Chapter 171 The Dying Alpha

• Jace POV
• Anger and hate have taken over my life.
• I hate it the way I hate everything Alina has touched in this house. It is a quiet, deep rage that has nowhere left to go. The flowers are her idea. Fresh ones every three days, white and waxy and suffocating, arranged in the crystal vase she brought from her mother's estate like a declaration of ownership. I stare at them from across the desk and think about throwing them out the window.