Novah's POV
The click of the door behind Ashton wasn't just a sound; it was the final brick slamming into place, sealing me inside a tomb of my own making. His words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating: *Stop asking questions you don't want the answers to.* What answers? That I was truly nothing? That his kiss was just… *nothing*? That stopping Jason was just pack duty, like breaking up a fight between pups? That the flicker in his eyes last night was pity, or worse, disgust?
Tears, the weak omega’s constant companion, welled hot and insistent. I let them fall, silent rivers tracing paths down my cheeks, soaking into the worn cotton of my pajama top. They weren't the wrenching sobs of yesterday’s humiliation; this was a quieter, deeper despair. The kind that seeped into your bones and made the air feel thick and cold. *Mistake.* He’d called the kiss a mistake. Again. That word echoed louder than my father’s threats, sharper than Loveth’s sneers. It carved itself onto my shallow hea
