All Chapters of My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

—JASMINE.-I slowly open my eyes, groggily aware of my surroundings. I'm met with the gentle touch of tiny fingers tracing my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Panic begins to rise, but it's quickly replaced by a sense of calm as I hear Astria's soft, sweet voice whispering a single word that makes my heart skip a beat: "Mommy?"I turn to face her, and my gaze falls upon her cherubic face, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. She's holding a strand of my hair, her small fingers wrapped around it like a precious treasure.My gaze drifts down, and I notice that a thick, plush duvet is wrapped snugly around my body, covering my nakedness. The soft fabric feels luxurious against my skin, and I'm reminded of the intense pleasure I shared with Hades. The duvet's warmth and weight are a gentle reminder of his embrace, and I feel a flutter in my chest."Astria," I whisper, my voice barely audible as I sit up, my body still heavy with sleep. She grins mischievously, her face lighting

—JASMINE.-I scoff, the sound echoing through the grand halls, loud enough to be heard far away. My frustration boils over, and I turn to face Hades, my eyes blazing with determination."Hades, you don't understand!" I exclaim, my voice firm but laced with desperation. The words tumble out, fueled by the anxiety building inside me."Understand what?" Hades asks, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. His eyes, usually bright with warmth, cloud with concern.Azrael, always ready to tease, mimics Hades' tone, "Understand what?" His playful grin falters as he notices my unyielding expression. For once, his jest falls flat.I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. "I don't want any party or celebration for my return," I declare, my words firm and resolute. My hands clench into fists, emphasizing my resolve.Hades' face falls, his eyes widening in shock. He looks like I've just extinguished a flame that burned brightly within him. His lips part as if to speak, bu

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.-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 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