Chapter Three

/-Aria-/

My entire being froze.

“Excuse us,” he ordered and everyone left the room without questioning him. They were even more afraid of him than I was.

He took a sit by my bedside and his cinnamon scent messed with senses. I shook my head, refusing to give in to that sweet temptation.

The last time I gave into a sweet scent, I was ultimately disgraced, accused and incinerated. The thought of the innocent life I brought into the world, only to be cruelly snatched, made my heart ache.

I would never forgive them for that. One way or the other, I will make them pay for what they put me through.

They will suffer and cry for help but no one will listen to their pleas.

“Jasmine,” my attention was drawn back to the scary gorgeous man before me. “What you did yesterday was over the top…”

I was startled by the hardness in his voice.

“Your family proposed this treaty and I agreed despite the protest from my people. I didn't come to your doorstep to declare a marriage or buy you from your parents or even hijack you against your wish. If you didn't want the union, you could have just said so.”

I swallowed thickly.

“I, Alpha Adonai, of the Moonwalker pack, will not tolerate this embarrassment. You will offer a public apology to my pack but you have lost that freedom you so desire. From now on, you belong to me and I will do whatever I please with you. Feel free to take your life again and watch your family suffer it,” he threatened.

“Did you say Alpha of Moonwalker pack?” I blurted and he narrowed his eyes at me.

Back at home, we heard stories about the Moonwalker pack. They were the most powerful and ruthless Lycan pack to exist. They destroyed several packs in a blink of an eye without any form of remorse.

All werewolf packs paid homage to them every month because once they set their eyes on you, your pack was history. They were the richest of the rich and many came to them for protection.

If I was going to get my revenge, this was a straight ticket to power. I don't know how Jasmine blew this chance but I was going to fix it for my sake.

“I didn't try to kill myself,” I informed him. “Someone attacked me but I can't remember who or why. All I can remember are fragments but trust me, if I didn't want to marry you, I would have said so, right away,” I told him.

“You do not need to lie to me. Your sister saw you take your life. She tried to convince you not to but you did. Are you calling her a liar?” He asked me.

I sucked in a breath. It was confirmed now. Ariel did try to kill me but without proof, it would just be a baseless claim.

But I needed him to make me his. Desperately. This was my only shot at getting what I wanted and I didn't mind sacrificing my happiness for it.

“No, she didn't lie,” I decided to play another card. “I just didn't want to marry you. I survived, so what? Are you going to forcefully marry me? You can go ahead and make me your slave or mistress but as long as I am not bound by the commitment of a loveless marriage, I will pursue the man my heart desires.”

His eyes hardened and for a second I was scared.

Please let this work…

“The man you love, is he your mate?” His question surprised me.

“No,” I breathed.

“Then be rest assured I will kill him and every other man you as much as make eye contact with,” he stood. “Get your speech ready, you have an apology to tender tonight.”

I watched him walk out of the room while our conversation replayed in my head. He didn't give me the shot as marriage I was hoping for but he gave me an opening to get close to him.

And I was planning to explore it to the fullest. I will make him fall in love with me and use him to execute my revenge plan.

Once I was done making them suffer, I would leave and never show face in his life again.

There was something about him that suggested that beneath that icy ruthless demeanor lay a considerate and kindhearted man.

I could be wrong but I sensed it twice. First, when he said I could have refused the marriage. Most Alphas were arrogant and would consider a rejection an insult to their ego. Second, when he asked if I was in love with my mate.

I had a feeling that if I said yes, he would have let me go after the apology. And I didn't want that.

I slowly got of the bed, feeling the urge to pee. Surprisingly, I knew the way to the bathroom. Once I was done, I looked at the mirror above the faucet.

My jaw hung in the air as a dazzling set of pale blue eyes stared back. I looked just like Ariel but my hair was a long wavy red.

I was in Jasmine's body.

Everything made sense now. The murder, the doctors declaring she wouldn't last till morning. She didn't. The goddess just gave me a second chance with her body.

I was reincarnated!

Before I had the time to celebrate I heard my name from inside the room.

“Jasmine? Jasmine!”

I walked out of the room only to be engulfed in the hug of a strange man with short black hair and dark eyes. He was handsome but nothing like me so I couldn't say for sure he was Jasmine's brother.

He wasn't old enough to be her father either. He pulled away from the hug and surprisingly kissed me.

I remained frozen in shock.

“My love, i thought I lost you. Why did you try to take your life, huh? I already had everything in place for us to elope,” he said and I blinked.

Please don't tell me…

“Didn't you even think about me once? Our love? How I would feel when I heard the news?” He sounded heartbroken and my stomach twisted into a knot.

This is bad. This is really bad.

Jasmine actually had a secret lover!