LONDON'S POV
Back in my study, the storm inside me churned—relentless and suffocating. I couldn’t keep this from Jerry any longer. He wasn’t just my Beta; he was my brother in every way that mattered—the one person I could trust to hear my darkest truths without flinching.
I poured two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the lamplight like fractured pieces of the secret I was about to reveal. I slid one glass across the desk to him.
Jerry accepted it, but his usual easy grin was nowhere in sight. His sharp gaze stayed fixed on me, reading the tension in my every move.
"Alright," he said, his voice calm but probing. "What’s going on? You look like hell."
I tried to smile, but it felt brittle. “It’s Elena.”
His brow furrowed as he leaned forward, his grip tightening around th
