Chapter 104

• *Third pov*
• Jessica stood at the edge of Rafe's grand bed, her eyes tracing the contours of his face as he slept peacefully. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the elaborate curtains, casting a gentle light on his chiseled features. His dark hair fell in waves across his forehead, and even in slumber, his strong jawline and high cheekbones exuded an undeniable strength and beauty. He was the Alpha king, after all—every woman's dream.
• Her heart twisted with envy. Freya. Always Freya. What did she have that Jessica lacked? Why couldn't Rafe see her, truly see her, and realize she was the one meant for him? Freya wasn't even a true werewolf; she wasn't worthy of him. Yet, it was Freya who held his heart, leaving Jessica to fester in the shadows.