Chapter Twelve -Regret Ridden
Jalen had come expecting formality. An obligation. Another Alpha’s wedding to be endured with politeness and wine, nothing more.
He hadn’t come expecting her.
When Evandra appeared at the far end of the aisle, clad in silver lace that glimmered like moonlight itself, his breath strangled in his throat. For a heartbeat he thought it a trick, a cruel twist of the Goddess. But no—the way her hair caught the light, the tilt of her chin, the unmistakable glow of her wolf beneath her skin—it was her.
Evandra.
His Eva.
The one he had cast aside.
The shock hollowed him, leaving only raw ache behind. But ache soured swiftly into fury. She was walking toward Lefu—toward another man—as if Jalen had never existed. As if the years they had shared, the bond they had
