—JASMINE.I sit up, my movements slow and deliberate, as I try to get a better look at the man in front of me. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, lock onto mine, filled with a warmth that makes my chest flutter. I watch as he directs multiple people to fetch the doctor, his voice firm and urgent, yet laced with a gentle concern that puts me at ease. How does he know me? Or How has he come to know me? I should have guessed, though - the way he looked at me when he first walked into the room, with a gaze that seemed to hold a thousand secrets. And the way my name rolled off his tongue, with such familiarity, such ease. It's as if he's known me for years, not just moments. A shiver runs down my spine as I try to pinpoint everything.Who is this man, and what does he want from me? I try to speak, to ask him, but my voice catches in my throat, and all that emerges is a faint whisper of confusion.“Please, did my men hurt you in any way?” He asks.I shake my head ready to say no, but r
—JASMINE "'Please, spare us!” Enora begs, her voice trembling like a child's, her arms wrapping around my arm like a vice. She looks up at Denzel with wide, fearful eyes, her expression pitiful. “We really had no intention of stumbling in here,” she continues, her words spilling out in a desperate rush. “We didn't mean to intrude, we'll leave right away, just please don't hurt us!” Her voice cracks with emotion, and she clings to me tighter, as if I'm her only lifeline. I nudge her carefully, so she won't show any sign of weakness. Begging is never the solution. “Hurt you?” Denzel scoffs. “I’m sure you’ve both had your fair share of the word Hurt. I’ll be the monster people say I am if I try to do any more damage” The monster people say he is? Who on earth is he? “Then please let us g- “Enough Enora” I nod and she goes quiet. Denzel’s eyes settle on me and my heart seizes. I want to understand why he is looking at me in such a way. Ugh. It’s scrambling my
—HADES.“To Alpha Hades and his beloved, Luna Alison," the toast echoes through the room, the clicking of glass against glass a sound that grates on my nerves. The words send a wave of déjà vu crashing into my mental screen, a feeling of being trapped in a never-ending nightmare. I sigh for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, the weight of the evening's festivities bearing down on me like a physical force. The forced smiles, the polite laughter, the endless congratulations – it all feels like a suffocating shroud, wrapping tighter around me with every passing moment.I can’t wait for this night to be over.I turn to look at Alison, and she's beaming with joy, her face radiant with a smile that seems to light up the entire room. It's a good thing she's happy.I am trying to muster up some genuine enthusiasm but nothing’s working. Everyone else seems to be thrilled to have her as their new Luna, and they're all eager to welcome her into the pack with open arms. And no one h
—JASMINE.They say time Heals everything.And as the popular saying goes. It eventually gets better, without any sort of explanation; one day you just realize that you're no longer upset. You're no longer mad, hurt, or bothered by the things that took so much of your energy and thoughts.You will find yourself in a peaceful place and enjoy that feeling.That moment is now and I cannot fathom or explain how much this moment has become one of my most precious moments.Joining the Bluemoon pack was the best decision I ever made. And in a stretch of four good months, they've welcomed Enora and me with open arms, providing a sense of belonging and support we never knew we needed. The pack's kindness and guidance have been a game-changer for us, and we've grown so much under their care. And to be honest. We've found a new family among them, and I couldn't be more grateful.And now, surrounded by the loving support of the Bluemoon pack, I'm overjoyed to welcome my precious babies into th
—JASMINE It's been three days since I brought my little ones into the world, and I'm still basking in the post-delivery bliss. As I lay here on this chilly night, I feel my body melting into the mattress, more relaxed than I've been in years. Surrounded by loved ones who've been nothing but supportive, it's impossible not to feel relaxed. But even as my muscles let go of all the tension, my mind is a thousand miles away, wandering into the unknown. The quiet of the night only seems to amplify my thoughts, making me ponder all the adventures still to come.Ever since Denzel dropped the bombshell, asking me to be his Luna, I've been freaking out on the inside. I mean, He has done some amazing things for me, and I've always told myself I'd do whatever it takes to repay him. But now that he's asked me to leap, I'm getting cold feet. The pressure's mounting and I'm feeling suffocated by the weight of his expectations. I thought I was all in, but now I'm not so sure.
—JASMINE-EIGHT MONTHS LATER—The sudden, loud crash of multiple items hitting the floor startles me, and I jump up from where I'm standing to see what's happened. As I turn around, my eyes widen in surprise to find Astrael and Astria standing amidst the chaos, their mischievous grins revealing them to be the culprits behind the mess. “Astria, Azrael” I call with a sigh.Their little feet make haste to flee their crime scene as they watch me scowl.They can barely utter more than six words in a day and just began walking and I’m glad they can tell what’s good from bad. Because I am going to punish them by hiding their favorite stuffed dolls for this mess they’ve created.I walk to the scene and sigh, yet again.My personal belongings, including my phone, and several fragile objects lie broken and scattered around the place.The irony isn't lost on me.I've spent countless days eagerly awaiting the milestone of my babies growing up, longing to witness their first steps, hear their fi
—JASMINE Dressed to the nines, Denzel stands before me, clothed in a jet-black suit that emphasizes his chiseled features and broad shoulders. The vibrant red tie he's chosen is the perfect complement to my stunning velvet dress, its luxurious fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. The dress feels like a million bucks against my skin, its softness and richness a testament to its high quality. I can't help but feel like a million bucks myself, the way the dress seems to shimmer and shine in the light, drawing attention to my every move. With Denzel by my side, looking every inch the dashing gentleman, we make a formidable pair, ready to take on one of the biggest events of the season with style and sophistication. One could actually mistake us for an actual couple.Tonight feels like a night I’ll never forget.As I make my way down the low steps and to the car awaiting us, Denzel's driver springs into action, opening the door to the sleek vehicle with a courteous
—HADES “Hurry up” I seethe, my breath raspy and my patience thin as Alison secures the straps on her heels.“I’m almost done,” she says breathlessly. “You know you could always help me” she complains as she straightens her body and glares at me.“You did it all by yourself, now didn’t you?” I retort and she rolls her eyes."You're cruel," she hisses, her voice venomous. It's not the first time she's said it, and I know it won't be the last. "I know," I reply, shrugging it off. She huffs and starts to walk away, but I catch her arm and stop her. "Don't give me attitude, everyone's linking arms. We can't be the exception." She spins back around, her eyes flashing. "I'm giving you attitude?" she slams, her voice rising. "You're the one giving me attitude! You're always so cold and distant, and now you're trying to pretend like we're some kind of happy couple?"“Well, deal with it! I won’t be the pointed one here tonight. Do you think I want to be here?” I seethe. “I’d rather be any
12YEARS LATER JASMINE—-.The kitchen bustles with activity as servants scurry about, their hands moving swiftly to prepare for the evening's festivities. The clock ticks closer to dusk, and the pressure mounts to complete the decorations before our party guests arrive.I lend a hand where I can, expertly arranging a centerpiece of fresh flowers. Hades burst into the room, Jason perched on his broad shoulders, giggling uncontrollably."You'll make him throw up again," I warn, eyeing Hades's energetic swinging."Aw, he likes it," Hades replies, grinning mischievously, as he makes another sweeping arc."Mommy, I love it!" Jason squeals, his tiny hands grasping Hades's hair.I shake my head, concealing a smile. "If you throw up, don't expect me to come to your aid."Jason's face sets in determination. "I'm four. I can help myself."I chuckle inwardly, recognizing the stubborn streak he inherited from Hades. Jason's words echo his father's confident tone, a miniature replica of the man w
—JASMINE-Stepping foot in Silvermist feels surreal, like a dream I've longed to awaken to. The word "home" echoes through my soul, resonating with a depth I never knew I craved. Every step carries me closer to a sense of belonging.As I wander through the pack's grounds, a somber atmosphere envelops me. The usual bustle seems muted, with fewer pack members in sight. Some may be busy with their daily routines, but the scarcity of familiar faces weighs heavily.My heart quickens, anticipation building as I approach the main pack house. I've yearned to hold my children close, to see the spark in their eyes. And Hades...my mate, my rock.The pack house comes into view, its wooden facade weathered to a warm, golden brown. Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney, carrying the scent of warmth and comfort.I push open the door, and a sense of peace washes over me. I'm home.After weeks of navigating the unfamiliar city, I'd finally found my footing. The initial disorientation and panic had g
—HADES.-I trudge back to the Silvermist pack's main house, weighed down by the crushing burden of defeat. The familiar scent of home and family offers little comfort, as the ache within me grows with each step.Until now, I hadn't grasped the depth of great sadness. The hunt, once fueled by determination and hope, has yielded nothing. No sign of Jasmine, no hint of Denzel's whereabouts. The abyss of uncertainty gapes wider, threatening to consume me.As I enter the pack house, my gaze falls upon Enora and Ezra, their hushed conversation halted by my arrival. Their eyes, attuned to my emotions, widen in concern.Ezra, one of our pack's strongest members and a trusted ally had opted to remain behind, watching over Enora and our children while I pursued the hunt. His presence provides a sense of security, allowing me to focus on the search.Now, as Enora and Ezra take in my worn, defeated appearance, they sense the outcome without needing words. Their expressions mirror my despair."
JASMINE.-I'm so cold, my body numb and trembling. Hunger pangs gnaw at my stomach, and my throat feels parched, desperate for a drop of water. The night is wearing on, and I've lost all sense of direction.The convenience store manager's words echo in my mind: "You're miles away from Maple." The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm stranded, alone, and scared.This place is unfamiliar, its streets twisting and turning in ways that make no sense. I don't know how to navigate these dark alleys and deserted roads.Fear creeps in as the streetlights cast long, ominous shadows. Every sound makes me jump – the rustling of leaves, the distant hum of a car, the creaking of trees.Denzel's face flashes in my mind, his cruel smile etched in my memory. He's a monster for bringing me here, for tearing me away from Maple and everyone I love.My hand instinctively goes to the cut on my chest, the pain still throbbing. Infection is a constant fear, and without Lira's healing touch, recovery w
—HADES.-Denzel's minion leads us to the outskirts, just as he promised. But I should've known better. The guy's a total liar. This is a setup, a trap.Denzel's goons are waiting in the warehouse, ready to pounce the moment we step foot inside.But I'm on it. I brought my pack here to track down Jasmine, not to get caught up in Denzel's twisted game.As their alpha, I prioritize their safety. "Fall back!" I yell.My wolves obey instantly, falling back as I unleash the full fury of my inner beast. Adrenaline surges through my veins, fueling my fight response. I become a whirlwind of teeth and claws, taking down Denzel's wolves with swift and deadly precision.With each swift kick, I send opponents crashing to the ground. My bites are targeted and merciless, crushing bone and sinew. My claws slice through fur and flesh, leaving ravaged bodies in my wake.These amateur wolves, thinking they could take me down? It's almost laughable. My strength surpasses theirs by a landslide, honed fro
—JASMINE-“You’ve fucked me up” Denzel begins.“Now come closer”I move closer to Denzel, my body betraying my will. His hand reaches out to claim me, his touch looming like a dark specter. The night air thickens, cold and oppressive, as if conspiring against me.Alison seethes behind me, her rage palpable. "Stop this madness, Denzel!"Denzel's smirk twists into a snarl. "Shut up, you filthy traitor. I'll deal with you when I'm done with her.""Traitor, says the traitor himself!" Alison spits, her voice venomous.Hunter joins the chorus of outrage. "You deceived us!"Denzel's laughter sends shivers down my spine. "I didn't deceive you. You're both just blind fools. It would've been nicer to claim one of your bodies."His words drip with malevolence, and I feel a surge of revulsion.I turn to face Alison, our eyes locking in a silent understanding. She wore the cursed necklace around my neck; she could free me.Alison's gaze flashes with recognition, and I turn back to Denzel."Now le
—JASMINE-I want to die.Seriously it feels like the only safer option I have.My body is cold and I feel like I’ll pass out any minute from now.I need warmth.My body has been naked for hours.After devouring the bloody soup, Denzel rises to his feet, his movements eerily robust considering his previous frailty. He strides towards me, his gaze burning with malevolence.I attempt to retreat, but Hunter's grip remains unyielding. "You almost escaped," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Not this time."Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I force them back, sniffing away the emotion.Denzel summons the old lady who has been feeding him like a creep, his voice dripping with impatience. "Ophelia, bring out the pendant. I'll do it, either way."Ophelia's wrinkled hands tremble as she produces the pendant from a hidden compartment. Her voice quavers with a warning. "It's against the rules, Denzel. You cannot use her until you bed her."Denzel's response is explosive. "I
Trigger warning: This chapter contains some repulsive content that some readers might find disturbing.—JASMINE contd.-I open my eyes, grogginess dissipating as I realize I've dozed off. But as I move my limbs, I'm surprised to find I'm no longer as weak as I thought I'd be. The brief sleep must have rejuvenated me, providing the energy boost I desperately needed.Panic sinks in, however, as I take in my surroundings. The bathroom. Memories of Denzel's assault and the black leeches come flooding back. My heart racing, I plunge my body forward, cupping my hands under the faucet to drink water. The cool liquid revives me, quenching my thirst and calming my frazzled nerves.As I drink, I feel my vitality returning. My senses sharpen, and my thoughts clear. I'm alive, and that realization spurs determination within me. I must escape, no matter what.With renewed resolve, I straighten up, water dripping from my chin. My gaze falls upon the bathtub, where the black leeches lie motionle
—JASMINE contd.—I shut my eyes, desperate to escape the nightmare unfolding before me. My mind races to happier memories, visions of my children's smiling faces, their laughter, and warm embraces. I cling to these thoughts, trying to distract myself from the horror of Denzel's rippled, decaying flesh touching my body.But even those cherished memories can't block out reality. Denzel's cold, clammy fingers probed my skin, digging deeper into my core, seeking to awaken an arousal that's impossible to give. My body recoils, repelled by his touch.I shut my eyes even tighter, willing myself to escape, to find solace in the depths of my own mind. I reach for Lira, my wolf. But she's still trapped, locked away and I’ve come to realize that it’s because of the black liquid they forced down my throat.That poisonous brew, designed to suppress my true nature, to sever my connection to Hades and my inner wolf. Tears fall drastically from my eyes as the realization hits me. They manipulate