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
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
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,
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
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
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 POVAll through the journey back to the pack, Rican and I sat silently, with my gaze fixed outside the window on the trees and bushes that swayed behind us as we drove through the wind.The journey seemed further than when we came, and my eyes began to twirl in weakness. I needed rest. The last time I had a good rest…was days ago. “Check through your window,” Rican called my attention. I sat up slowly, turning to him to know why he asked me to. “There’s a car that should pull up any minute from now,” he said.My eyes drifted to the side mirror, waiting patiently for what he’d said. After a few minutes of waiting, I sighed in exhaustion and fell back to my seat. “There’s no car. Are you expecting someone?”Right after my question, just as my eyes were about to leave the side mirror, I saw a red car take the turn that led directly into the path that we were on. My body instinctively left the chair again, closing in on the mirror and I squinted for a better view. “A red ca
LUCY'S POV“That’s a bad idea,” I blurted, flicking my gaze toward my father to see if he was in support of this crazy idea. Right now, it didn’t even seem like he was the one in charge of the family anymore. He leaned against the car, arms and legs crossed while watching my mother and I argue. With that, I knew he wasn’t going to be of much help. “I can’t introduce you to Morgan,”“And why’s that?” She returned. “Because I told him you’re dead!” I shot the words out. Her eyes flicked with shock, but she hid it instantly with a subtle smile. The alike extended to the edge of her lips, and despite how hard she tried to keep it on, it faded.“Dead? Really? Why would you do that?”“You’re the ones who became rogues. Imagine introducing that part of my life after all you two have done. Do you think I have come this far with this?” I asked. I left her to think about it while I walked to meet my father in the car. “Dead?” He repeated. I rolled my eyes, already exhausted from explaining
LUCY'S POVThe car drove into the hospital, and the entrance door burst open. Nurses raced out, a stretcher rolling behind them as they approached the car. Before the car came to a halt, Alpha Morgan jumped out of the car, racing towards them and assisting them with the stretcher.My heart raced as I watched them pull his body out of the car. He was close to dead, and I feared I must have hit him harder than I was supposed to.What if he wakes up and speaks the truth? As I descended the car, my eyes scanned the perimeter, looking for any signs of Bryan. He was supposed to be present…I called him minutes ago.“Take the tail,” Alpha Morgan alerted me. The burrs were being slow, and he was losing his patience with every second that passed with his child on that stretcher. I took the tail of the stretcher from the nurse who was shaded aside, pushing with every strength in me. We burst through the front door, racing through the crowd that was gathered at the reception.A doctor burst out
JASMINES POVMy father ignored my complaints and shifted into a fighting stance. “We start with the basics. Show me what you’ve got.”It was day two of waiting for a response from Rican’s friend, Astrid. With every hour that passed, I felt Caine was falling more into danger, and for the first time, I decided to go by the rules. The sun was still rising, and the morning dew still hovered around when my father called me out of bed this morning. A training session with him, he demanded. I was too grumpy to accept, but he found a way to get me out of my bed, and now I was standing in the open field behind the house. My body was already warm from stretching, but I could feel my muscles tingling at the thought of taking on my father. “That’s enough time to rest,” my dad tossed a second stick at me. “It’s early dad. Who trains with such a cold?”“A girl who has a lot to lose,” He answered, a subtle reminder of my situation. Where was the lie?I took it with a nod, brushing off the sa
LUCY'S POVMarry? So soon?I tried to hide the expression of excitement that mixed with the shock of the news. Caine was sitting quietly, his eyes fixed on me without moving. I opened my mouth to speak, but they felt heavy, forcing themselves back into a thin line. “Caine wants this to happen soon. But without the knowledge of a lot of people,” “Oh…a secret wedding then?” I asked, stealing another glance at him. It was quite unfortunate to say that not everyone in the room was happy about the news. Lilian, Caine’s stepmother sat across Morgan, her husband, and her jaw was clenched into a frown. Despite how many times she tried to hide the anger seething through her with a smile, it failed. “But our friends…” I extended my hand and took Caine’s hand. They were cold, a contrast to how hot I was feeling at the moment. “We’ve been with them forever. They’ve looked forward to this day,”“We’ll arrange for that. In the meantime, tell your Aunty…”“She won’t make it,” I cut Morgan short.
LUCY'S POVI was the last to leave Adrian’s room after my mother. My father returned earlier with a small that contained the blood of the last seeker whom they held hostage. All thanks to that last piece, Adrian was stable again—temporarily.I shut the door after I walked out, letting my head fall on the frame. Exhaustion boned through my system, and I could hear the desperate cries for help. It’s been two days since the suspension of Jasmine and her father from the pack, yet Bryan’s plans seemed to be on a go-slow operation, making it seem like Jasmine was the factor that pushed us into doing more than we could. A heavy sigh left my mouth as I pulled away from the door, heading for my room. My headache, my muscles pulsated, and my eyes felt heavy like they had gathered blood from the last two days. I managed to get myself to my room and collapsed on the bed. “You need it,” my wolf stirred in my head. “Just so you can think clearly,” “This is not the time,” I drawled, stirring
JASMINES POVMy pulse pounded in my ears as my father’s gaze locked onto me. His expression was unreadable, but I knew what was coming. I barely had time to react before I heard the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps behind me.Too late.A firm hand closed around my wrist. My body tensed, and before I could twist away, I was yanked backward. I barely stifled a gasp as my back collided with a solid chest.“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” Rican’s low, mocking voice sent a chill down my spine.Shit.“You’re clearly up to something young,” he said, pulling me out of my hiding. My body fidgeted as I walked before my parents, my hands trembling to keep hold of the laptop. “Hand it over,” my dad requested. “What’s going on?” My mother asked. Me and my father stared silently at each other, quietly debating if we were going to let the cat out of the bag. “I am the reason why both of you have a roof over your head,” “Don’t. Start.” My mother cut Rican short. She sighed, walking in between
JASMINES POVMy breath hitched as I stared at the screen. Bryan…Caine’s brother? How is it possible?I pulled the system closer, finally getting a hint at what was displayed before me. The hospital records of Caine and Bryan. Even from the screen, a similarity I had never noticed gleaned before my face. I ran my hands down the screen, forcing my brain to do the maths. “How? How is that even possible?”“The hospital,” my dad said, closing the tab and opening a fresh one. Documents popped up, and my eyes read them as they scrolled upward. To my surprise, I was able to keep up with the quick scrolling. “Wait…stop,” I stopped the mouse, zooming in with the keypad. “Is that Caine’s mother’s name?” “Raven Creek. Yes. She was Morgan’s first love. They had such a beautiful love story. But my question is…why would Raven keep Bryan’s identity a secret? Why hide him from the rest of the pack?”My dad's question was valid, unfortunately, I was the wrong person to direct it to. Whatever happe
JASMINE POVEver since I told my father about seeing Bryan in the car, his entire interest and job as my stay-at-home dad has been to investigate Bryan. After getting suspended from the pack, Rican took us in. We found shelter under his roof, and he was graceful enough to let my father stay with us despite the cold thin-lined malice that existed between them. It was day three of my constant panic and restless pacing about the living room, waiting for my father's return from the same pack where we were suspected. My mother had warned him, twice. I’d warned him, more than three days in the past three days. And Rican too had shown his concern by offering a piece of advice, an act I believe he only did because my mental health would be at stake if anything happened to my father. The heavy pattering of rain came with a strong flush of wind, breezing across the room. My attention was drawn to the window which I left open. I hurried too close to it, clinging to the jacket that was drap