AIDEN'S POV
The silence after Jasmine's outburst was deafening.
I stood outside her door long after she kicked me out, listening to her quiet sobs through the thick wood. Each broken cry felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest, causing pain that no blade could compare to.
Every instinct inside me—every ounce of my wolf clawing beneath my skin—screamed to tear the door off its hinges, to force my way back in, to fix this.
But I didn't.
Because I was the one who broke her.
Because I didn't deserve to touch her right now.
I slumped down against the wall across from her door, feeling heavy and worn out. My head rested against the cool wood as I tried to steady my breathing, struggling to cope with the chaos within me.
Ace was pacing restlessly in my mind, growling with frustration.
"She's scared of you now." His voice and words were rough.
"I know," I rasped.
"She should have known sooner. You should have told her before she found out."
