—HADES—-Jasmine's body has been radiating an intense heat, like a furnace burning out of control. Any attempt to touch her resulted in scorching pain as if her skin was aflame. Alarmed, I summoned one of my trusted physicians to examine her.The test results were surprising - Jasmine's body was completely healthy. She didn't have a fever, infection, or any other medical issue. It seemed like her body was changing into something new."Only one explanation remained: her wolf is emerging.This transformation had been building for weeks. First, she slept for 48 hours straight, her body recharging for the monumental shift. Now, she lay unconscious, her temperature soaring.Initially, I had placed her on my bed, hoping the familiarity would bring comfort. But Jasmine's subconscious rejected the space, associating it with memories she wasn't ready to confront. So, I relocated her to the guest room, its neutrality a temporary refuge.As I watch over her, worry gnaws at my thoughts. What w
JASMINE—— I transform back into my human form, And a rush of sensations floods my being, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel like I'm truly breathing. The air fills my lungs, and my chest expands, releasing a weight I hadn't realized was crushing me.All my senses come alive, heightened to an almost unbearable degree. Sounds I had forgotten existed assail my ears – the rustling of leaves, the distant hum of breaths, the whisper of the wind. My nostrils flare, drinking in the scents of the world around me – the earthy richness of the room, to outside of the house, and beyond.It's as if I've been living in a prison, shackled and confined, and suddenly the chains have been broken. I feel liberated.Gosh!Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I realize how much I've missed this – the sensation of being whole, of being me. My wolf, Lira, is back, and with her, a part of me I thought was lost forever.My knees buckle, and I sink to the ground, overwhelme
—JASMINE.—I gently nod, my eyes locked onto Hades', our gazes intertwining like the threads. Time stands still as we stare at each other, the world around us melting away. The silence is palpable, heavy with anticipation.But then Hades' lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice low and husky."I'm giving you a chance," I clarify, my tone measured, "but I'm not promising you anything." My words hang in the air, a delicate balance of hope and caution.Hades takes a step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. His fingers brush against my skin as he gently tucks a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. The touch sends shivers down my spine."I'll be the best thing that's ever happened to you," he vows, his voice dripping with conviction. "And you'll keep me by your side, till gray hairs stain yours." His words paint a vivid picture of a future filled with laughter, tears, and endless devotion.And my stoma
—JASMINE.-As I gaze into the mirror, the reflection staring back is almost amazing. I don’t know how they did it, but I look youthful.Three hours of meticulous pampering makeover has transformed me into a vision of elegance and poise. Every strand of hair, every curve of my body, and every nuance of my expression scream confidence.My hair, once a dull, lackluster brown, now cascades down my back like a rich, velvety waterfall. The ombré effect graduates from deep auburn at the roots to subtle hints of brown at the ends, framing my face with warmth and depth. Bobby pins secure stray strands, keeping my face clear and accentuating my features.I slip on my dress, and it shimmers like the night sky, a dazzling blue that seems to shift and change with every movement. The fabric hugs my curves, accentuating my waist and highlighting the gentle swell of my hips. When the light catches it just so, the shimmers explode into rays of colors, mirroring the sparkle in my eyes.Next, I s
—JASMINE- I walk up to the lady, my heels clicking deliberately on the marble floor. Without hesitation, I grab the glass of wine from her hand, feeling the cool crystal between my fingers. Before she can react, I tilt the glass, pouring the crimson liquid over her designer gown. The wine splashes across her chest, staining the fabric an ugly red.Perfect.The lady gasps, shocked, as I release my grip on the glass. It shatters on the floor, the sound echoing through the hall. The guests nearby draw in a collective breath, their faces a mix of horror and fascination.The music stops playing and everyone’s attention turns to us. "What's going on?" someone asks, voice laced with excitement."Oh goodness, it's Jasmine creating a scene," another guest whispers, eyes wide with scandal.Multiple murmurs follow, a cacophony of shock and gossip. But I tune them out, my focus fixed on the lady.They can call me whatever they want – dramatic, slut, or attention-seeking. But involving Wayn
—JASMINE.-I grab a glass of wine and chug it down immediately, seeking the warmth that usually spreads through my chest and down to my throat. But tonight, the wine passes through me without effect, leaving me numb. I crave something stronger, something to ignite a spark within me.After that drama with That Marilyn lady. My eyes scan the bar at the end of the room, settling on the row of colorful shots lined up like soldiers. I go over there and signal the bartender, and he hands me a glowing blue shot glass. I raise it to my lips, feeling the cool glass against my skin."Bottoms up," I whisper to myself, tossing the shot back.The liquid fire burns down my throat, and I welcome the heat. For a moment, it distracts me from the suffocating atmosphere of this party.As I turn to rejoin Wayne, two familiar figures step into my path. Members of the pack's council, men I never thought I'd see tonight, stand before me with somber expressions.I push the lingering taste of the shot t
—JASMINE -As the dusty air begins to settle, the chaos subsides, revealing the devastation. Brick walls, once standing tall, now lie in ruins. Denzel emerges from the rubble, his rugged frame dust-covered, his eyes locked onto mine.He did this! He cradles Azrael in one arm, my child's tiny chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Beside him stands a hulking woman, her imposing physique present, even under the layers of tattered clothing. Her meaty hand envelops Astria, wrapped in filthy rags.My instincts erupt like the wind, urging me to protect my babies. A primal roar builds in my throat as I charge towards Denzel, ready to tear him apart. My vision blurs with rage, my muscles coiled for the attack.Just as I'm about to lunge, Hades grasps me from behind, his iron-like grip restraining me. "No!" he growls, his voice low and urgent. "Wait!"I struggle against his hold, my eyes fixed on Denzel and the woman, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Let me go!" I sn
JASMINE—-"You will not dare to speak that name in my presence," Denzel growls, his eyes blazing with fury. His face twists into a menacing scowl, and his voice drops to a low, ominous tone.I scoff, rolling my eyes. "What do you think this is? Your sanctuary?" I challenge, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Hades swiftly intervenes, grasping my hand in a firm but gentle grip. He shakes his head, his eyes pleading with me to back down.But I'm beyond reason. Denzel's arrogance is infuriating, and I can't resist pushing his buttons."Come on, Denzel," I taunt. "You think you own this place?"Denzel's face purples with rage. "It's not my sanctuary to be precise," he snarls, "but it will be in a very short amount of time."The room falls silent, with all eyes on our tense standoff. Denzel's gaze sweeps the room, his eyes lingering on the cowering guests huddled in the corner.I follow his gaze and catch his sly grin. It's a fleeting moment, but I see the calculation in his eyes. He's enjoy