JASPER
“As much as I want to," I replied, "a treaty has been signed.”
My wolf snarled in response but didn’t say anything else.
Speaking of Dora, I noticed that she had changed into jeans and a black sweater and was looking slightly better than last time.
Still, she looked like a walking pile of pitiful bones as she retrieved a small bag from a corner underneath her bed.
I watched her open it, and when she poured the contents into her hand, I was surprised to see it was a pendant with a large ruby stone attached to it.
I wondered. Why would Dora have something so expensive?
I watched her clutch it tightly before holding it to her chest like it was a long, lost cherished item.
Seeing as this was a private moment for her, I quietly left the cell and went to stand with Angel.
Shortly after, Dora came out of her cell, hugging a tiny bag to herself.
“That's all you got?” I asked, concerned, and she looked away before shrugging in response.
“Shall we?” Angel asked, and I blinked back to reality.
“Yes, of course.” I smiled and made sure the women went first.
Then we came out of the basement, and I had one of my men help Dora carry her things.
Dora suddenly stiffened, and when I looked at her, I found her face plastered in fear.
Following her gaze, I discovered her father and brother were glaring at her.
Can’t they just let her catch a break?
Angered, I stepped forward and blocked her view from them while throwing them my own worst glare.
“It’s okay.” I whispered to her. “They’re mad cause they can’t hurt you anymore.”
Dora bowed politely before moving forward, and I kept her shielded until we left the house.
When we got to my car, which was a limousine, one of my men opened the door for her, but she stopped again and turned around.
In the distance, I saw her family standing in the distance, watching her.
Assuming that they were using the mindlink to bully her, I stepped in front of Dora, blocking her view.
She raised her eyes to meet mine. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Are they bothering you?”
She hesitated, but then she shook her head before turning to the car.
When I offered her my hand so she could get in, Dora stared at it for a moment before slowly putting her bony hand in mine.
The moment we touched, faint sparks thrummed through my fingers, travelling up my hand, but then it faded into nothing.
Stunned, I looked at Dora to see if she felt it, too, but she simply sat in the car and withdrew her hand from me.
There was no hint of recognition on her end, and that puzzled me.
Why wasn’t she feeling what I was feeling? Was it all in my head?
I closed the car door gently and went around the other end to get in while Angel sat opposite us and was working on her tablet.
Soon, the car began to move, and I watched Dora look out the window till we were out of the pack area.
I pulled out my phone to answer a few emails, and by the time I looked at her again, Dora had fallen asleep with her face pressed to the window.
I stared at her for a moment, noticing how beautiful she was despite looking extremely exhausted and hurt.
Then suddenly, something occured to me and I perked my ears to listen well.
To my horror, Dora’s heartbeat had reduced drastically and when I touched her skin, it felt cold to the touch.
“Angel!” I called, drawing Dora from the window towards myself. Her head hung and bobbed softly as I drew her body upright and laid her back against the sofa.
Angel rushed to her other side and when she peeled one eye open, we were shocked to see that her eyes had become lilac in color.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
Angel looked at it with fear in her eyes. “Seems her wolf won’t be able to make it.”
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated and thinking up solutions.
“She needs a blood tranfusion.” Lupus piped up. “You have to let me take over while Angel draws our blood into her.
I relayed the information to Angel.
“That could possibly work.” She said, rushing to her medical kit and fishing out a transfusion pipe.
After an order to the driver to stop, I channeled my wolf while Angel pierced my veins and linked the other end of the pipe to Dora’s vein.
Once that was done, the vehicles moved again while I watched my blood flow into Dora’s body. I looked at her gaunt face that had turned pale already.
“Please, don’t die on me.” I whispered, “not when I just found you.”
I stayed as still as possible, watching her frail body move as she breathed in and out. I couldn’t help but wonder,was there another reason why she was mistreated by her family?
Considering what she said about her mother, I didn’t think she did anything worthy of death or this much hatred, so why?
Why did her father say he spared her out of mercy? Why was he later so eager to let her go knowing he might never see her again?
DORA I sprinted out of the bedroom, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. "Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the hallways. My bare feet slapped against the floor as I ran, desperate to put as much distance between me and the assassin as possible. Behind me, heavy footsteps pounded closer. He was fast—too fast. Panic surged through me, tightening my throat. My breath came in ragged gasps as I screamed again, hoping someone, anyone, would hear me. Before I could make it to the staircase, a rough hand grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me backward. I hit the floor hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through my body. The assassin loomed over me, his dark eyes cold and focused. I scrambled backward on my hands and feet, but he closed the distance in an instant, pinning me down. The sharp glint of the knife in his hand sent fresh waves of terror through me. “Get off me!” I screamed, thrashing wildly, kicking and clawing at him. My nails scratched at his arm, but he
DORA When Jasper told me the news I was beyond shocked. The fact that I had family somewhere and my father didn't send me there was appalling. If I knew I had family, I'd have left a long time ago. I wouldn't have put up with so much that I did. Now, hearing that she's deceased just when we could have met, was beyond heartbreaking. I searched for the tears to cry but I found none. I was just blank headed, staring into space. Wondering what could have been. Had Cersei been alive, I'd most certainly visit her often to learn more about my heritage and my mother. I sighed, knowing I'd never have that now. Seeing that the ice cream Jasper got for me had begun to melt, I got out of bed first and took it to the fridge. The flowers i put in a new case and water and then after contemplating whether I should eat or not, I took the chocolate back with me upstairs. Upon entering the bedroom, I decided to go out to the balcony to try the chocolates and get some breeze. Maybe the fresh
JASPERAs soon as I told Dora of her deceased grandmother, her entire demeanor changed. The muscles in her forehead gree prominent as the weight of my information settled on her. “So, you mean I had family out there and I didn’t know?”I nodded. “Sadly, yes.”Dora stared into space, her face the mask of confusion. She scoffed and then shook her head. “Penny for your thoughts.”She looked my way, her eyes not really seeing me. Then she blinked a few times. “Can I please have a moment alone?” I wish she didn’t say that. I wished she’d let me be here for her but I understood people grieve differently and if leaving will be my way to be there for her, then so be it.“Okay.” I said and got off the bed. Before leaving, I kissed her head and caressed her hair. “I’ll be at the office but will be back soon, okay?” Dora nodded absentmindedly and I began to worry for her. On my way to the office, II mindlinked Chang and Raven to meet me there. Despite just being away for a few days, I rea
JASPER As soon as I was driven into my pack, anxiety hit me. First, I was worried about how things was left off with Dora. Is she still mad at me? Will she let me try and help with her heat?Considering what happened last time, I doubt she’d let me touch her again and I couldn’t even blame her. I just wish she’d forgive me. Secondly, I thought about her grandmother, and the more I thought about her, the angrier I got. Dora was supposed to hear that she has a relative somewhere that cares for her. She would have been ecstatic about the news and I would have felt somewhat like a hero. Now, she’s gone, killed by an unknown assasin just like her mother. Who knows if they’d come for Dora too? Especially because of this book?I sighed, rubbing my face. I was exhausted and craving for rest but most especially, I was craving for her. As soon as my car arrived and I stepped into the house, my wolf became on alert. I sniffed the air, basking in the sugary scent of my mate’s heat. She sme
DORA I paid attention to everything Angel said, and after she left, I checked the alarm clock and counted down the time at which Angel told me the pills she gave me would expire. Five minutes to the time, and I found myself extremely nervous. What if I make a mistake? What if, despite the lessons, I still don't know how to use the tools? A terrible image of me throwing the tools away in frustration passed through my mind, and I shivered. Angel had assured me that I had nothing to worry about, and the tools were afoolproof's way to get quick relief. I wondered if Jasper would arrive before I dive into this unknown world. What if he came while I was doing it? Gods! That would be extremely embarrassing. True to Angel's words, the moment five minutes counted down, my body surged with heat as if a fire had been lit from the pits of my stomach. I removed my top, suddenly drenched with sweat, and then I proceeded to remove my shorts as well. My face burned with embarrassment,
ANGEL I blinked in surprise when Dora confessed to me about her inability to read. Of course, I should have known that, especially the way her family kept her a slave. “I’m so sorry.” I face palmed myself, coming to sit beside her on the bed. “I should have known.” Dora’s face grew a shade redder as she looked away and I took her hand in mine to assure her that she had nothing to be ashamed of. Afterward, I spent about half hour, explaining the different toys and how she could use them. The more I explained, the pinker her neck and ears became and I had to stilfe my smile at her shyness. After I was through, I asked she had any questions and she went silent for a moment. “Will I still need to use these if he comes back?” “It’s totally up to you especially if you’re not ready to go that mile with him.” Dora nodded slowly, her gaze drifting away as she fingered her pendant, then a question came to mind. “Were you wearing your pendant when Jasper tried to mark you?” Dora’s ga