Ava's POV
That night, after we returned from the amusement park, Jasper flatly refused to sleep beside Richard.
Instead, he insisted on wedging himself between Nora and me. He clung to my arm like a baby koala with separation anxiety, his legs tangled in the blanket, refusing to loosen his grip.
Nora laughed softly. “I won’t interrupt precious mother-son bonding.”
She grabbed her pillow and retreated to the living room before I could stop her.
My wolf sighed.
Traitor.
I had just begun drifting toward sleep when Jasper mumbled into my sleeve. “Mean woman... you said the story wasn’t finished last time. I want to hear the rest.”
I cracked one eye open. “What story?”
He nuzzled closer. “The one about the girl whose mom dumped her.”
Ah… that story… my story.
“Oh, that one,” I murmur
