But just as he was about to sink his teeth into her skin, Nesta summoned her energy and pushed him away, her magic merging with her physical strength.
"What do you think you're doing?" Nesta's voice was firm, cutting through the charged atmosphere.
Jasper slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting Nesta's. His heart pounded, and a wave of realization washed over him as he saw blood trickling down from the corner of her neck. Horror and shame clawed at him, his actions suddenly stark and ugly in the aftermath of his impulse.
He stepped back, his expression a mixture of shock and guilt. "I... I am so sorry, Nesta," he stammered, his voice heavy with regret. "I didn't... I didn't know what came over me."
Nesta held her ground, her gaze unwavering as she watched his internal struggle. He was the alpha, the leader of the pack, but in this moment, he seemed vulnerable and conflicted.
