Jasper.....

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There’s a specific sound a man makes when he’s losing everything.

It’s not a scream. Not a sob.

It’s a laugh.

Low. Bitter. Broken in places no healer could ever reach.

That’s the sound I make now alone in the chapel, drenched in the shadow of a kingdom I once ruled.

They used to kneel for me.

Now they kneel for her.

The Omega with no leash. No collar. No fear.

Zaria.

She didn’t just unseat me.

She rewrote the d*mn scripture.

And the wolves? They ate ...