Mason's POV
I sat across from Alexander in the backseat of the convoy’s lead car. The silence was thick, like a dark cloud hanging over us. I couldn't stand the sight of him. He was the one who had broken Jasmine's heart, and now I was supposed to be extending a hand of help to his pack. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Alexander cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Mason, I know this is awkward. I wanted to talk to you about Jasmine.”
My jaw tightened. “I’m not here to discuss Jasmine,” I said, my voice cold. “I’m here to help your pack, as is my duty as the prince. Let’s keep it professional.”
Alexander looked uncomfortable but pressed on. “I never meant to hurt her, you know. Things just got complicated.”
I felt a surge of anger. “Complicated? You broke her heart, Alexander. Ther
