CHAPTER FORTY SIX

—JASMINE.

I slowly open my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings, only to be met with a blindingly white ceiling that seems to reflect a thousand bright lights, causing me to squint in agony.

The intensity of the light is like a knife to my brain, making my head throb in protest.

As I try to lift my hand to shield my eyes, I realize with a jolt of panic that I can't feel my limbs.

They're heavy, unresponsive, and utterly numb.

A wave of fear washes over me as I try to move, but my body refuses to cooperate.

Wait, am I...dead?

“She’s awake. Alert Alpha Denzel” I hear a female voice rattle beside me.

Alpha Denzel?

Where the fuck am I?

I finally manage to move my feet and slowly the rest of my body catches up.

“What do you think you’re doing? Lie down.” A woman’s face appears in front of my face and I freeze.

“Where am I?” I ask.

“Stay put!” She warns, her face stern, and devoid of any emotion.

She looks like she is in her late sixties and would bite my head off if I didn’t l