—JASMINE I don’t want to live anymore. If there’s anything beyond death, then I would like to be there. I’ve never felt so numb. My world has been ravaged, leaving nothing but a trail of devastation in its wake. I'm surrounded by a flurry of medical activity, with doctors and nurses swarming around me, their urgent footsteps and anxious voices fading into the background as they rush me through the hospital corridors, prioritizing my transfer to the VIP suite. Yet, amidst the chaos, everything seems eerily detached, as if I'm observing the scene from outside my body. A horrible feeling of derealisation. The faces of the doctors and everyone around me are hazy and indistinct, their features blurring together like watercolors. Even the physical pain, though intense, comes close to nothing in comparison to the crushing heaviness that grips my heart, a sorrow so profound it threatens to consume me whole. I want to cry, but I feel so empty. I think death would be fa
—JASMINE I'm on the verge of tears as I look at the doctor, his kindness and understanding is a breath of fresh air in this crazy situation. He's being so patient and compassionate, it's like a balm to my frazzled nerves. I've got faith in this doctor, with his gentle bedside manner and soothing words. I know he'll somehow figure out a way to untangle this mess and make things right if he gets caught that I’m lying about losing my memory. I just can’t be the same person everyone wants me to be right now.“Okay then Luna Jasmine, A few test has been carried out and you’re from from any damage to your head.” He looks down at the notepad in his hand.“Thank you for doing this doctor” I breathe out. He shakes his head. “Just call me Tim, and besides, I’ve been a doctor for twenty years, I’ve seen more than a lot of people wanting what they don’t have.”I smile and watch the white strand of his hair glimmer in the light, indicating his old age.“And according to your results, you wer
—JASMINE Alison's expression is a masterclass in deception, her eyes sparkling with amusement despite her attempts to veil it with a fake sympathy. Her smile is a thin disguise, a fragile mask that barely conceals her true delight. I'm not fooled, though - I know her too well, and I can see right through her facade. She's reveling in my horrid state, she loves that I am no longer with her child and with my memory.How can she be so cruel to me?How can she go to such great lengths to destroy me, yet sit next to me, holding my hand, and acting like she genuinely gives a damn about my well-being? It's a harsh reminder that the people closest to us can be the ones secretly sucking the life out of us, draining our energy until we're too weak to break free. They use their closeness and fake concern to hide their true intentions, making the betrayal even more brutal.“Listen to me jasmine. You can’t trust anyone in the silvermist pack” She says.I stare at her, acting like my brain is
—HADES The speed at which information spreads like wildfire through this damn pack is something I'm struggling to comprehend. It's like they have a sixth sense for gossip and news, and once something's out, it's like trying to contain a raging inferno. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how they can go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, with everyone suddenly knowing everything about everyone else's business. I'm still reeling from the emotional blow of Jasmine's situation, struggling to come to terms with the fact that she's lost six years of her life, including her memories of us. And now, to add insult to injury, the pack's council has called a meeting to discuss Jasmine's miscarriage. It's like they're rubbing salt in my wounds, forcing me to confront the harsh reality of our situation. I'm still trying to process the news, and the thought of facing the pack council’s scrutiny and judgment is almost too much to bear. The pain and anger from finding Jasmine
—JASMINEIn just a few days, it will be exactly three weeks since I was discharged from the hospital, and everything has changed dramatically. Returning to the main pack house, where bodyguards have taken over the place like it’s their domain, I'm now also surrounded by an increased number of servants and staff. The biggest adjustment, though, is that my old room is gone, and I've been reassigned to share a space with Hades himself. So whenever he is at home, he'll be keeping a close eye on me, a prospect that's both reassuring and intimidating.My recovery has been slower than expected, a far cry from the rapid healing I was accustomed to in the past.Back then, it would only take me a few days to bounce back from injuries no matter how deep it was, but now it seems my body is taking its sweet time to mend. And I know it’s because of the loss of my wolf.I was reckless growing up, but if I could go back in time, I would still do what I did even knowing fully well that I would los
—JASMINEI’m scared of Hades.Drunk Hades to be precise.Scared of the person he’s become. The person I’ve made him become.As I stand before Him, I can't help but feel a mix of frustration and concern. Hades, the strong and confident man I once knew, has reduced himself to a stumbling, intoxicated mess. His eyes, once piercing and intense, now wander, scanning my face with a desperation that makes my skin crawl. The air is thick with the stench of liquor and despair as we both stare at each other.“You,” He says to me again.Honestly, it breaks my heart that I have to lie like this. But I don’t have a choice.His unsteady footsteps echo through the room, a stark contrast to the graceful strides he once took with pride. He gets close to me and his hands fall on my shoulder making me flinch.“Have you been drinking?” I ask, letting concern override my voice.He shakes his head.“Don’t ask me that. Don’t you dare fuckin ask me that. Bring back my Jasmine”Great.We’re onto this agai
—JASMINE With Hades retreating to another room with Alison, The room is now completely silent with my tiny sobs filling the whole place.I let go of Enora, my body aching and wipe my eyes as I take a step back.“When did you find out?” I ask. Enora sighs.“I’ve been working for you since you became Luna, Luna Jasmine. You did a good job pretending to not remember anything. But the way you call my name, you still added that familiar tone to it” I bite my lip.There’s a rhythm to her name?I had no clue.“Well, thank you for figuring it out but this has to remain a secret until I leave, no, even after I leave”Enora stands frozen, her eyes locked on me with an unwavering gaze, as if my words have left her spellbound. She's biting down hard on her cheeks, a desperate attempt to hold back the tears that are welling up inside her. Her eyes, shining with unshed tears, bat frantically at me before turning away.I listen to her sigh.“I really want you to leave, and I don’t want you to f
—HADES I groggily open my eyes, and the harsh sunlight pierces through my pupils like a sharp knife, forcing me to squint. I struggle to sit up, my head throbbing with a pounding intensity that makes me feel like my skull is about to shatter. As I slowly come to, I realize I'm sprawled out on the floor like a lifeless body, my limbs splayed out in every direction. The room spins around me, and I feel a wave of nausea wash over me, threatening to engulf me. I try to remember how I ended up here, but my memories are hazy and unclear, adding to my growing sense of disorientation and unease.I sigh and remain in my unfortunate position for a short while.Immediately, memories of last night's wild binge with Xavier start flooding back, and my headache goes from bad to worse. I recall downing shot after shot, beer after beer, and acting like a total idiot sulking because of what the council said. I'm cursing myself for being such a damn fool, remembering how we stumbled around, lau
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