All Chapters of My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

—JASMINE -“Excuse me?” I stare at Denzel, my eyes wide with shock, my mind reeling with confusion. I don't even know what else to say or how to twist my mouth into succumbing to my own words. I feel like I've been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me."You don't have a choice, Jasmine," he repeats, his voice firm, unyielding. "I'm picking you. You're my fate. And if you want to know about my past, then you'll have to wait until the marking festival, which is in a few days."I'm stunned. I don't understand what's happening. I thought we had an agreement, an understanding. I thought we were just going to be allies, partners in a sense. But now, he's talking about making me his Luna, his mate."I don't understand," I say, my voice shaking, my hands packing my bag nervously. "I thought you said-"I stop talking because I realize I am about to sound stupid. He clearly said his act of kindness would warrant nothing in return, and now he wants to make me his mate when I t

—JASMINEI shriek and shake my head, the exhilarating and burning feeling from the liquor coursing through my veins like a wild animal. I'm a loser when it comes to drinking, I can barely hold my alcohol, and moments like this make me proud that I can't. I just want to drown, to forget, to escape."Another one, Mason," I say to the bartender, my voice slurred and sloppy. We've become friends, I guess. I don't know. I'll probably never come back here again. I've been here for twenty minutes, and I think Mason seems to like me. Maybe only because I'm drinking and paying for the most expensive alcohol, and he would simply want me to drink more because that equals more money.Mason raises an eyebrow, his throat moving heavily as he speaks. "You can't be at the counter and drink so much. Would you like to order a booth?" he asks, his deep voice tinged with concern.I gaze up at him, my eyes squinting slightly. Such a huge Adam's apple. He has nice brown honey skin, and he's really tall and

—HADES.The moment Mason leaves, I turn to Jasmine, and she looks like a lost child waiting for her mother. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable, and I wish I could crawl into her head and know what happened to her and why she's here. I don't say anything and just lay my back on the couch, trying to process everything.Jasmine stands and walks wobbly towards the table where my drink is and starts to open a bottle. I think she's going to drink it, but she doesn't. Instead, she walks up to me and hands me the bottle. "Drink with me," she insists, her voice soft and pleading.I take the bottle, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. I mean, after all, I came here to drink. And I can really hold my liquor.I unscrew the cap and take a swig, the liquor burning down my throat. Jasmine watches me, her eyes never leaving mine, and then she takes the bottle from me and takes a sip herself.We sit there in silence, passing the bottle back and forth, drinking and not speaking. The tension betwe

—JASMINE.—Everything feels hazy, but overall nice, like a warm, fuzzy blanket wrapped around me. Hades' lips on my skin send shivers down my spine, and I feel like I'm floating on air. The amount of drinks I've had has finally kicked in, and for the first time in ages, everything feels wonderful. The tension in my body eases, and my mind quiets, letting go of all the worries and stress.But what's even more wonderful is the way my mind and body respond to Hades' touch. I hate that I'm enjoying this as much as I am. I'm not supposed to feel this way. This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. It's all his fault that I'm with Denzel and have to make this short-lived escape. It's his fault that he's not a good husband, that he's not the one I'm supposed to be with.But goodness, his tongue on my skin is like a spark of electricity, making my senses tingle and my heart race. I feel like my senses are about to disappear like I'm melting into his touch. I don't know what it is th

—JASMINE -The minute I step back into the pack's territory and its chilly air, I see Denzel standing outside the main pack house, his expression stern and grim. My body immediately wants to twist my leg and go in another direction, to avoid the confrontation that's brewing, but I don't. I stand my ground and face him, my heart racing with a mix of emotions."You missed breakfast," he says, his voice firm and disapproving."Good morning to you too," I mumble, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil inside me.Denzel's expression doesn't change. "Where did you go? Why did you leave?" he asks, his tone laced with concern and a hint of anger.I shrug, trying to appear indifferent. "Why does it matter where I go? I'm here now, aren't I?" I sigh, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me.Denzel's eyes narrow, he says, his voice softening slightly, "but I'm just trying to protect you."I want to say, "Who says I need protection?" but I don't. Instead, I let out a sigh and look