Jasper's POV
The words hit like a physical blow.
"Whatever connection we had—whatever history we shared—it's over. Completely over."
"No—"
The line went dead.
I stared at my phone for a long moment.
Then my fist slammed into the coffee table with enough force to crack the expensive wood.
Blood welled up on my knuckles—bright red, shocking against my skin.
Orion was howling in my mind, thrashing, trying to break free. My wolf wanted to hunt her down, to make her see reason, to force her to remember that she was ours first.
My eyes blazed with fury—with something feral and obsessive that I'd kept carefully hidden for so long.
"Cut ties?" I snarled to the empty room. "Severed bond?"
I looked down at my bleeding hand and laughed—a sound that would have fright
