CHAPTER NINETY ONE

—JASMINE

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The minute I step back into the pack's territory and its chilly air, I see Denzel standing outside the main pack house, his expression stern and grim.

My body immediately wants to twist my leg and go in another direction, to avoid the confrontation that's brewing, but I don't.

I stand my ground and face him, my heart racing with a mix of emotions.

"You missed breakfast," he says, his voice firm and disapproving.

"Good morning to you too," I mumble, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil inside me.

Denzel's expression doesn't change. "Where did you go? Why did you leave?" he asks, his tone laced with concern and a hint of anger.

I shrug, trying to appear indifferent. "Why does it matter where I go? I'm here now, aren't I?" I sigh, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me.

Denzel's eyes narrow, he says, his voice softening slightly, "but I'm just trying to protect you."

I want to say, "Who says I need protection?" but I don't. Instead, I let out a sigh and look