Ava’s POV
No wonder Jasper had become the way he had.
How could he not? He was Victor’s son, raised in Victor’s world, surrounded by people who confused cruelty for strength and possession for love.
My wolf paced restlessly inside me.
And still you worry for him.
Of course I did. That was the curse of mothers.
Even when their pups bit them, they still bled concern.
Then another thought struck me like a blade.
What if Laura soon carried Victor’s child? My chest clenched so sharply I nearly gasped.
Jasper had grown beneath my heart for ten long months. I had endured pain, blood, fear, and sacrifice to bring him into this world.
I still could not bear to watch him become what I had become... discarded, secondary, and unwanted.
And if Laura gave birth to a son...
Then Jasper might
