Jaxen POV
I took the stairs back up.
The building still felt cheap compared to places I’d owned, walls too thin, rooms too small.
I’d hated it at first.
Knowing Scarlett was only one floor away made the nights quieter somehow.
My thoughts kept looping the same questions until my temples ached.
Had I judged her too fast? Built an entire picture of her from one night and a handful of assumptions?
The more I turned it over, the less solid it felt.
My wolf shifted under my skin. I rubbed the back of my neck and stared at the elevator doors until they closed.
Regret sat heavy.
I’d agreed to the divorce.
Let her walk.
Now I had no claim, no right to ask where she went or demand her time.
I’d thrown that away myself.
“Hey, Alpha Hale. You’re still here?”
Delaney stood i
