JASMINES POVI was the last to get off the black limousine, taking the hand of the chauffeur who assisted me out. None of these services were paid for by us. All by the stranger. I adjusted my black gown, wriggling my body to fit in properly. “Are you okay?” My mother walked to my side to assist me. She was wearing a red gown, as long as mine, sleeveless, and revealing her curves. We wouldn’t have gone for what we were wearing if we had a choice. They were all delivered to my doorstep. The clothes, the shoes, the car, and the personal chauffeur for the night.“I’m fine,” I closed the door, turning to face the building that stood tall ahead of us. My mother took out the paper, silently reading the address again.“What?”“I’m just trying to confirm that we are at the right place. It’s been a long since we came here, and a lot has changed,” she said, extending her hands to take mine. She wasn’t wrong about the changes. The street that was once quiet and lonely when we occupied this r
JASMINES POVMy heart stopped at his words. The wine glass slipped slightly from my fingers, but I caught it just in time, my pulse racing like a runaway train. My mother stiffened across the table, her face a mixture of shock and anger.Ezra smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he’d provoked. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a casual air that contrasted the weight of his revelation. “You didn’t think I’d invite you here without knowing every little detail, did you?”“How do you know about that?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm.Ezra raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “You forget who I am, Jasmine. I know everything.” He boasted. He was about to drink from his wine glass when he paused. “I almost forgot…you’re not the one who knows me. It’s mother…the hero lady,”“What are you doing?” My mom slammed her glass on the table. “Why did you call us here, Ezra? Are you aware that you’re being haunted by the seek
JASMINES POVMy breath hitched as the glint of the gun caught the light. The dining room’s tension turned suffocating, and every sound—the clink of utensils, the faint hum of the building—faded into silence.“Ezra!” I screamed, my voice trembling as I rose to my feet, the knife I had hidden now gripped tightly in my hand.My mother froze, her tear-streaked face pale with fear. Her lips quivered, but no words came out. She simply stared down the barrel of the gun aimed at her.“You left me!” Ezra bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. His hand shook slightly as he held the weapon, his face contorted with a mix of rage and pain.“You left me when I needed you the most! You abandoned me like I was nothing! And now you sit here, pretending to care?”My mother’s chest heaved as she tried to steady her voice. “I… I know I made a mistake,” she stuttered. Her eyes left Caine, staying planted on her plate. “So if you’re going to shoot me for a mistake…then go ahead. After all, you are p
JASMINES POVThe elevator doors slid open, and my father, alongside Rican—my mother’s new husband—stepped into the room. Relief flooded my chest as their imposing figures filled the space. Ezra’s smirk faltered, his grip on the gun tightening as he registered their arrival. “Oh…great. The perfect party. Old father, new father, what a lovely way to get the dinner going,” he smirked. It’s been years since I saw Rican though. I almost didn’t recognize him because his one scanty goatee was now full and spread to the sides of his face. He looked more muscular than the last time we spoke, and I saw reasons why my mother wouldn’t leave him. “Come this way,” my father extended his hands towards me. I grabbed my mother's hand too, and together, we crawled out of our hiding. “Hey,” Rican hugged her. I saw the desire in my mother's eyes to know how they linked up, but this wasn’t the right place or time. “I came late, I guess.” Rican blurted, as his claws extended. “You arrived just in tim
JASMINES POVThe morning light streamed through the blinds, streaking my walls with rays of soft orange. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the aftermath of last night’s chaos. The tension, the blood, Ezra’s chilling words—it all played in an endless loop in my mind.I stayed in bed longer than usual, staring blankly at the ceiling and willing my racing thoughts to quiet down. My hand instinctively drifted to my belly. The life growing within me was a fragile reminder of everything I had to fight for, of what I couldn’t afford to lose.By the time I finally emerged from my duvet, the house was quiet. The silence was different from last night—not tense, but somber. I could hear faint murmurs from the kitchen, likely my mother and Rican. I hesitated at the thought of joining them, but I wasn’t in the mood for strained smiles or forced small talk.The aroma of whatever she was preparing sizzled into my room through the holes above my door, stirring me out of bed. I washed up, got chang
JASMINES POVI didn’t know if I should walk up to him or stand by and watch where he was going. It felt awkward, seeing him him here. He made a turn to the left, leaving my sight immediately. I attempted to go after him but froze mid-way. “We probably shouldn’t be seeing each other at this moment…” I thought. I retraced my steps back to Caine’s room. With a deep breath, I pulled the knob and strode in. I froze at the door when I spotted Lucy. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, tendering to his legs like she owned that part of his body. “Lucy,” I called with a heavy breath, forcing a smile to hide the gut-wrenching pain that struck my heart. “I didn’t expect to see you here,”“Jasmine,” she called in return, slipping out of the bed, being careful enough not to wake Caine. He looked so peaceful at sleep, and I wondered what must have gone down the past two days of my absence. Lucy’s eyes darted to the flask in my hand, and she smirked. “Figured someone had to take care of him
JASMINES POV The ride home was silent, with my father occasionally glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I kept my gaze fixed on the passing scenery, replaying the scene at the hospital in my head. Caine’s words, or rather the lack of them, echoed painfully in my chest. “Caine’s gone,” I’d said to my father earlier, but now that reality was sinking deeper, it felt like a knife twisting in my heart. When we finally arrived home, I went straight to my room, dropping the untouched flask on the bedside table. My wolf growled softly in my mind, restless and agitated, but I silenced her with a deep breath. I couldn’t let my emotions spiral out of control—not yet. I stared back at the flask, wondering if I shouldn’t have left. Maybe I should have stayed back to fight for what rightfully belongs to me—to fight for Caine’s love. But to what end? Even when he was still with his memory, he didn’t love me as much as he said. And now, with his memories gone, what difference would it m
JASMINES POV I sat in silence at the back of the car, my eyes fixed on nature's scenery outside the window as the car drove down the road. We passed the pack house, heading for the alpha mansion. Even with my gaze fixed outside the window, I could still feel the sheriff's eyes on me. The one time I stole a glance at the rear, I caught him staring. He didn’t even care if I caught him, his eyes didn’t waiver for the slightest second. The air was getting tight and thick, making the car space uncomfortable for me. I shifted uneasily in my seat, trying to ignore the intensity of the sheriff’s gaze. My wolf growled faintly in the back of my mind, sensing my unease. The car finally pulled into the long driveway leading to Alpha Morgan King’s mansion. The estate was as grand and imposing as I’d heard—tall iron gates, perfectly manicured lawns, and a towering structure that seemed to loom over everything around it. As the car came to a stop, the sheriff stepped out first, opening the do
LUCY’S POV Silence. It hovered in the car like a fourth passenger, safe from Caine’s loud thoughts. I sat beside him, my eyes hours on his wavering expression and demeanor. He was confused and it had something to do with what Jasmine must have told him. I didn’t utter a word to him or the sheriff. All the while, Bryan sat in front, staring outside the window. I couldn’t wait for us to arrive at our destination so we’ll get down to what’s next on our board now Jasmine and her family are out of the way. After taking several turns she routes through the dark, we finally drove up the hilly street that led directly to the alphas mansion. With the lights highlighting the large gates, I could see the Alpha waiting beside his car. He didn’t wait for us to arrive before he started walking towards the car. The sheriff finally came to a halt at the gate, and Caine hurriedly came down. “Baby, wait…” I attempted to go after him. Even his father who had been waiting for his safe arrival
JASMINES POV My great breath hitched, panic flaring through my chest as I watched Caine fall through the glass. For a moment I thought Natalia had lost her mind. She had just shoved him like he was a piece of object. “Why would you do that!” I yelled and raced to the window. It wasn't until I stared out of the shattered glass that my eyes widened in realization. Nina and Daria stood below, their expressions tense but focused. I saw someone putting Caine into the car, but I didn’t see who it was. “What are you waiting for? That’s the only way out of here,” Natalia snapped me out. I sighed, turning back to Father. His expression seemed like he was in support of her idea for me to jump. We are wolves by the way, what’s the worst that could happen? A fractured bone that would heal in seconds? “And what happens to you?” “This isn’t your fight anymore,” she answered. “Go, jump,” my dad urged me. I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes as I let myself off. I pierced through the a
JASMINES POV Pain. It came in sharp waves, crashing through my body like a relentless storm. My ears rang, muffling the panicked shouts and hurried footsteps around me. I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, pinned by an invisible weight. “Jasmine!” My mother’s voice was distant, filled with terror. I turned my head slowly, my vision swimming with bright hospital lights and shattered glass. My father lay a few feet away, motionless. I gasped, pushing through the pain to crawl toward him. My fingers trembled as I reached out, barely touching his hand. “Dad…” My voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He groaned, stirring on the floor as his face turned to me. “Jasmine,” he called faintly. A sigh of relief left my lips, he was alive. But for how long? “He’s breathing,” I assured my mother. Relief fought against my rising fear. My father was alive, but for how long? I turned my head toward my mother, who was groaning as she tried to sit up. Blood trickled down her forehead. “Can
LUCY'S POVI stood at the door of Alpha Morgan, waiting to know what their final resolution was. My ears were wide open, eavesdropping on their conversation. They were taking so much time, and time wasn’t on my side either. Alpha Morgan glanced at me in a manner that made me feel like he knew I was eavesdropping on their conversation. He inched closer to the sheriff and whispered something into his ear, something I didn’t quite get. My heart sank as the sheriff turned and started walking towards me, his expression unreadable. I straightened my posture, forcing a calm expression on my face even though my hands were clenched into fists at my sides.“Lucy,” he called, stealing one more glance at Alpha Morgan who had taken his chair and was watching the two of us. “You may go,” he said. A heavy sigh of relief left my lips, my hand pretentiously resting on my chest. “You almost got me, sheriff. For a moment I feared you would believe those lies she told,” I muttered as I grabbed my bag
I quickened my pace, my heart racing in my chest. The narrow street stretched ahead, dimly lit by flickering streetlights. The sound of my footsteps echoed off the walls, and so did his. My mind raced with panic, trying to figure out what to do next.I glanced over my shoulder again. He wasn’t even trying to hide it now—his eyes locked on me, his pace deliberate and steady. My stomach twisted in knots as I realized I couldn’t outpace him like this.I ducked into an alley, the shadows swallowing me whole. My breath came in short, shallow bursts as I pressed my back against the cold brick wall. I strained my ears, listening for his footsteps.There they were. Closer now.“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, bursting into a race. I reached for my phone mid-race, but I couldn’t get a view of my screen with the amount of wind seeping into my eye. It slipped out of my hand and fell, bringing me to an abrupt halt. One mistake I made. As I bent over to pick up the phone, he caught up with me,
JASMINES POVI stood at the base of the stairs, watching Livy ascend with her legs shaking with every step she took up. A feeling of relief coursed through me, at least she’d get a draw for what she did—or what she was doing. I still couldn’t quite understand how or when she became this person. Yes. I’d seen signs before, but I overlooked them, believing she was doing it intentionally. “I’ll see Jasmine off,” Caine’s brother said, attempting to walk past them. “I can walk by myself. I’ll find my way out,” I muttered, slowly turning around and walking away from the building. I fought the urge to glance back at what was going on until I was outside the walls of the alpha mansion. The car that was supposed to drive me back home was already waiting at the front of the building, with the back window winding down. I glanced at the driver, whose expression was screaming at me to enter the car and stop wasting his time. I moved to his side of the window and knocked. “I’ll walk,” I said a
JASMINES POV I sat in silence at the back of the car, my eyes fixed on nature's scenery outside the window as the car drove down the road. We passed the pack house, heading for the alpha mansion. Even with my gaze fixed outside the window, I could still feel the sheriff's eyes on me. The one time I stole a glance at the rear, I caught him staring. He didn’t even care if I caught him, his eyes didn’t waiver for the slightest second. The air was getting tight and thick, making the car space uncomfortable for me. I shifted uneasily in my seat, trying to ignore the intensity of the sheriff’s gaze. My wolf growled faintly in the back of my mind, sensing my unease. The car finally pulled into the long driveway leading to Alpha Morgan King’s mansion. The estate was as grand and imposing as I’d heard—tall iron gates, perfectly manicured lawns, and a towering structure that seemed to loom over everything around it. As the car came to a stop, the sheriff stepped out first, opening the do
JASMINES POV The ride home was silent, with my father occasionally glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I kept my gaze fixed on the passing scenery, replaying the scene at the hospital in my head. Caine’s words, or rather the lack of them, echoed painfully in my chest. “Caine’s gone,” I’d said to my father earlier, but now that reality was sinking deeper, it felt like a knife twisting in my heart. When we finally arrived home, I went straight to my room, dropping the untouched flask on the bedside table. My wolf growled softly in my mind, restless and agitated, but I silenced her with a deep breath. I couldn’t let my emotions spiral out of control—not yet. I stared back at the flask, wondering if I shouldn’t have left. Maybe I should have stayed back to fight for what rightfully belongs to me—to fight for Caine’s love. But to what end? Even when he was still with his memory, he didn’t love me as much as he said. And now, with his memories gone, what difference would it m
JASMINES POVI didn’t know if I should walk up to him or stand by and watch where he was going. It felt awkward, seeing him him here. He made a turn to the left, leaving my sight immediately. I attempted to go after him but froze mid-way. “We probably shouldn’t be seeing each other at this moment…” I thought. I retraced my steps back to Caine’s room. With a deep breath, I pulled the knob and strode in. I froze at the door when I spotted Lucy. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, tendering to his legs like she owned that part of his body. “Lucy,” I called with a heavy breath, forcing a smile to hide the gut-wrenching pain that struck my heart. “I didn’t expect to see you here,”“Jasmine,” she called in return, slipping out of the bed, being careful enough not to wake Caine. He looked so peaceful at sleep, and I wondered what must have gone down the past two days of my absence. Lucy’s eyes darted to the flask in my hand, and she smirked. “Figured someone had to take care of him