Ava's POV
A woman stood at Jasper’s side. He held her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, his face lit with a grin I had never seen him give me.
The woman was Laura.
My breath hitched. My gaze followed them as they walked away.
Nearby, Victor’s Maybach idled under the lights. He had come with her. Jasper laughed softly at something Laura said as they walked toward the car.
He didn’t look back, not even once.
Like a wounded wolf retreating into the shadows, I slowly pulled my foot back inside. My grip tightened on the door frame, my claws protruding slightly.
My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless.
“Look at him. He didn’t even hesitate,” she snarled in my head.
“Luna, should we call Alpha Victor?” Michael’s voice cut through the haze, careful and cautious.
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