CHAPTER 34

JASMINES POV

“What do you mean, lied?” I asked, finding it difficult to process the words my dad just said. “Dad,”

“Sweetie…I’ve been trying to wrap my head around it all this while. It just doesn’t make any sense to me,” he added.

But that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. My mother, not human? How were they expecting me to believe that a woman who raised me and whom I lived with for years wasn’t human?

“Alpha?”

“Your dad and I are still doing research, Jasmine. However, I have a question for you,” he said, sitting up in his chair. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and stole a glance at Caine who was standing outside the door.

“Where were you the night of the massacre?” He asked. He interrupted my attempt to speak. “Now before you fill me in on how you were with my son all day, we all know that part of the story. What I want to know now, is where you were in the night of the massacre,” he added.

I furrowed my brows, trying to get a hold of my thoughts which were going in circles in my head.

“On the night of the massacre…I was with…” I paused, memories of my encounter with Bryan flooding my memory in seconds. How was I supposed to tell my father that I was raped?

Or how I was unable to defend myself from someone having his way with me? I felt my eyes get heavy with tears which I had promised not to shed over my experience with Bryan again.

“Jasmine,” my father called, his voice soft and soothing as he pulled closer to me.

“I was… I was in the woods,”

“What were you doing in the woods, Jasmine? Weren’t you supposed to be in the tent…with Caine?” My dad asked, taking his arm around my neck and giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“I was in the tent…but then…I was abducted…by Bryan,” I said. His expression shifted to one of concern.

“The other boy,”

“What happened in the woods with Bryan?” Alpha Morgan cut in, driving straight for the head. I mustered every courage in me to say my next words. I didn’t care what or how they would look at me after it, maybe it was going to be a way to bring Bryan to me.

“I was…raped…by Bryan,” I said, letting my tears stream down freely. A low, guttural growl escaped my father's mouth, his fist clenched causing his claws to sink into his palm. “Dad, Dad it’s time. I’ve got it handled,” I tried to calm him down.

The last time I saw him this angry was six years ago after I reported a case of a boy trying to have his way with me until Lucy stepped in and saved me. Regardless of his age, my dad pulled up to his house and sternly warned him.

And when his parents felt insulted, they picked a fight with my dad and ended up spending the rest of the week in the pack's clinic.

“He’s going to regret this,” my father growled, pushing his chair aside and attempting to leave.

“Don’t go anywhere, Joseph,” The alpha ordered.

“He raped my daughter!” My dad barked, his eyes glowing bright blue as he faced the alpha.

Alpha Morgan growled, sending chills down my spine which forced my eyes to close. When next I opened them, my father's wolf was calm, but his body was still fuming in anger.

“I said…stay calm,” Alpha Morgan repeated. The door burst open and Caine ran in.

“Dad? What’s the problem?” He asked, hurriedly making his way to the table which was quite far from the door. Alpha Morgan ignored him and turned to address me. “Caine will escort you back to your room. You’ll have no training with the rest until tomorrow,”

“I’ve missed two days, alpha Morgan. I can’t meet my wolf if I don’t train. How would I become an asset if I don’t know how to control my…,”

“You are already an asset, Jasmine,” Alpha Morgan interrupted me. “Your mother made you one. And we’ll be making a great mistake if we do not take caution in giving you the perfect training that you need. You’ll be called in tomorrow for more questioning. Carry on with your life as a normal girl, answer to no one except me. Not even your father,” he ordered.

His last words stirred a stare from my father, whose gaze shifted to me.

“You may leave,” I was dismissed.

Caine walked me out of the office silently until we arrived at the car that brought us there.

“What was my father talking about?” He asked, gently pulling my arm to get my attention.

“I can’t talk right now, Caine. I need to rest”.

“No…no…I don’t deserve that,” Caine cut me short, tightening his grip. “I’ve been of great help to you since you returned. You can’t leave me in the dark on this,”

“Is that why you’ve been helping? To get information from me?” I asked, faking my interest in the topic when all I needed was to have some rest and space to ponder over the words of my dad.

“Information? What information could you possibly have that would be of value to me?” He fired, breaking a piece of my heart that was beginning to admire the new him. I wanted to say something else, but the honk of the car interrupted me.

“Find another ride, Caine,” I blurted before leaving for the car. I told the driver Caine wasn’t coming, so he drove me back to the pack house alone.

“Hey, Jas. I got you something,” Lucy called after I walked past the corridor.

“Thank you, Luce. Not now,” I said without batting an eye at her. I climbed to my room and locked the door, hyperventilating as more thoughts rushed into my head.

A sharp click pulled my attention to the dark corner of my room, beads of sweat trickling down my face as anxiety crawled in.

“Who is there?” I breathed, reaching for the baseball bat by the side of my door. The first name that came to my mind was Bryan. Heaven help me if he turned out to be the one. I was ready to smack his skull out of his head.

Faint footsteps broke the silence that came after my voice, slow and rhythmic until the figure stepped into the light.

“Mum?” I called with doubt, squinting to be sure I wasn’t daydreaming. She pocketed a gun and raised both hands in the air.

“It’s alright Jasmine. I’m here to talk,” she said, walking closer to me. But something seemed off about her. My mother never called me Jasmine in full.

“Mum?” I called to confirm again.

“Did they tell you?” She asked, both hands returning to her side. “Have they confirmed?” She said, inching closer.

But with every step she took closer, I danced my hands faster around the door lock, searching for the key.

“Confirmed…what?” I stuttered, finally finding the keys.

“That you’re a seeker?” She said, her face remolding into someone else. I watched the process in horror, my heart pounding in my chest until the remaking was done.

“Who are you?” I gasped, turning the lock and pulling the door. But my shirt was grabbed, and I was flung into my bed.

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