All Chapters of My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

—JASMINE As Denzel pulls up in the main pack house, a rich building I've grown too familiar with, I don't wait for him to finish parking before opening the car door and storming into the house. My heart feels heavy and the car ride back home has given me a bit of motion sickness, alongside the horror I have faced with Alison, Hades, and even Denzel today. The memories of their words and actions swirl in my mind, making my stomach churn with anxiety and disgust. I'm desperate to escape the toxic emotions that have been building up inside me, but I know I can't outrun them forever. The pack house, once a symbol of safety and security, now feels like a prison as my mind travels back to Denzel’s words.I don’t want to become anyone’s anything.As I enter the house, Enora and three other servants greet me with warm smiles and welcoming gestures, but I dismiss them with a wave of my hand, my heart not in it. I'm eager to see my babies, to hold them close and find some comfort in thei

—JASMINEI clap my hands together loudly, the sudden noise echoing through the air and making me look like a complete idiot. The sound startles Denzel, his eyes widening in surprise as he takes a step back. I feel my face heat up with embarrassment, but I try to play it cool. "I just recalled," I say, attempting to sound nonchalant, "Enora and I have something to do, so I have to go." I turn to leave, but Denzel quickly steps in front of me, blocking my path."No, you don't," he says, his voice firm but gentle. I try to brush past him, but he doesn't budge. "I know you're trying to avoid me," he accuses, his eyes narrowing slightly.I scoff, trying to act as calm as a statue, but my heart is racing. "And why would you think that?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.Denzel takes a step closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. "Because of last night," he says, his voice low and husky. I nod, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. I know exactly what he's talking about."Look, I'm sorry," he s

—JASMINE I watch the look in Hades' eyes as he takes in the sight of Azrael in my arms. It's a mix of shock, disbelief, and a hint of longing. I can sense it, he feels it. He knows. He knows the child in my arms is his. The air is thick with tension as the truth hangs between us like a challenge.Denzel immediately steps in front of me and my child, his broad shoulders blocking us from Hades' view. He clears his throat, his deep voice firm. "You're not welcome here," Denzel says, his eyes flashing a warning.But Hades doesn't back down. He takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on me, his voice calling out to me like a siren's song. "Jasmine?" he says, his tone dripping with a force that tugs at my chest. It's a mix of longing, possessiveness, and a hint of desperation.I feel a shiver run down my spine as our eyes meet. The connection between us crackles like electricity, and for a moment, I forget about everything else. I forget about Denzel, about Azrael, about the danger that

—HADES"I'm pregnant," Alison’s voice greets me as I walk into the living area of the main pack house, her voice barely above a whisper. I freeze, my mind struggling to process the words. Slowly, I turn to face Alison, my eyes locking onto hers. But she's not looking at me. Instead, she folds her arms under her chest and gazes away, her eyes fixed on some point beyond me.What?I close the door behind me, the soft click of the latch echoing through the room. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the news, my thoughts racing with questions and emotions. I just gaze at Alison, taking in her profile. Her jaw is set, her lips pressed together. She looks...resolute.The silence between us stretches out, thick and heavy. I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. I clear it, trying again. "What?" I manage to say, my voice is soft. "What...what does this mean?"She doesn't respond. I don’t think she heard me.She just keeps staring off into space, her expression unreadable.

—JASMINEDenzel's grip on my neck is like a vice, his fingers digging deep into my skin as he slams me against the floor. My twins' cries pierce the air, their tiny bodies shaking with fear as they watch their mother being brutalized by the man I once thought was kind. My back throbs in agony, my head spinning like it's about to detach from my body. I try to beg for forgiveness, to plead with Denzel to release me, but my throat is constricted, my voice barely a whisper."Den—..." I gasp, my airway closing in. "I'll die at this rate." I manage to croak out, my voice is hoarse from the pressure. "Please..." I plead, my words barely audible.Denzel's face twists in rage, his eyes blazing with fury. "Please?" he thunders, his voice like a crack of lightning. "That's not the word I'm looking for, Jasmine. When will you learn?" He bellows, his anger boiling over like a cauldron.With a sudden jerk, he tosses my body aside, sending me crashing into the bookshelves by my bedside. I feel the