CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR LOVE DIDN'T SAVE OUR SON

DAPHNE'S POV As I wandered through the dimly lit corridors, my steps seemed to echo endlessly, a reflection of my fractured state of mind. I needed to see Javion. I needed to look him in the eye, to make sense of everything that had happened. But each step toward that goal felt heavier than the last. My thoughts churned with a relentless mix of longing and fury. “I need to see him,” I said to myself, the words almost a mantra. “I need to find him. I need to see him to rest, to make sense of all this madness.” I spoke softly, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it more real or more possible. But as I walked, my mind kept spiraling back to the anger I felt. I remembered the cold, hard reality of our son’s death, the tragedy that had shattered our world. It was Javion’s decision as an alpha—his choice to show mercy to Saxera—that had led to the loss of our child. Every time I thought about it, the anger swelled up inside me like a storm, unrelenting and fierce. “How could h