MY SECRET MATE: LOST MEMORIES. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

JASMINEMy eyes fluttered open, leaving me with a blurred vision a few seconds. My ears picked the sound of indistinct chattering coming from somewhere around the dark room. I’ve barely been back here and they won’t let me breathe properly. As my vision cleared, so did my hearing. It wasn’t just chattering. They were moans. Loud and clear. The girl…sounded so much like Imani. But I recalled the tone of the voice that knocked me into unconsciousness. It was masculine. “Right there Jerry,” the Imani moaned, loud kisses following after. Why did she sound like he was torturing her. To mage it worst, they were in plain sight, having sex infront of me. Couldn’t they hold themselves until they got somewhere closed?And what wasn’t I understanding? Imani is supposed to be with Jojo. Or did something change in their cycle of relationships?She went down on her knees, taking in his cock which just slipped out of her vagina. I swallowed, feeling every nerve in my body twisting against the sigh

JASMINEWhat? Is he insane?I stood dumbfounded, staring at Caine as he looked back at me. This had to be a joke! Yes, a joke, but I found myself wanting it all to be an actual training.“I’m just kidding Jasmine,” he chuckled, sending a wave of relief down my nerves. I swallowed so hard that I feared he heard it. “Really, Caine?” I blurted. “So much of “he’s a changed boy,” I mimicked my fathers tone with a voice below a whisper. I corked a brow as he lifted his face, hanging his belt on his shoulder. “There are rules. First…” he said, his tone firm. “You’ll show up on time. No excuses. Second…you’ll do exactly as I say. When I say run, you run. When I tell you to fight, you fight. Thirdly, every wolf in our age bracket is to get a job. For you..” he delayed, leaving me in suspense. “For me?” “I’ll come up with a job to be assigned to you. Currently there are about thirty-nine trainees with their sub-coaches and head coaches. You’re making them thirty. And tomorrow night, you a

CAINES POV I wandered around the pack house to ensure everyone was in before I returned to my room. Lucy was out again, without leaving information on her whereabouts. It had become a usual occurrence. Leaving the pack house and returning whenever she liked. I went into my room, ready to have my rest when my phone rang. It was Harper. I answered the call but took the phone off my ear immediately. “Dude, where are you?” I asked, gently placing the phone back. “Jojo is coming to get you. You’ve been too serious these days and you need to have a time to chill,” he answered and ended the call. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Spencer was right. I’d let the pack duties get to me. I was trying to be that perfect example my father had described my younger brother as. It felt like an insult, being compared to a fifteen year old teenager. It wasn’t easy however, switching sides from being the high school’s bad boy to becoming the pack's watchman. But if that’s what it’ll take fo

CAINES POV A sharp throbbing pain shot at the back of my head as I stirred awake, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth. My ears buzzed with the distant echoes of screams and shattering glasses. It took me a while to realize where I was—the men’s restroom, sprawled on the cold floor with my blood smeared around. I helped myself up, first meeting with my reflection on the mirror above the sink that was cracked. Blood trickled down my forehead, dripping onto the floor with steady beats. My wolf growled low within me, snapping me out of my pain and urging me to find her. The last thing I remembered was Lucy’s scream. I had no idea how long I’d laid on the floor, but I wasn’t going to let them leave the club with her. Dragging myself out of the restroom, I staggered down the stairs, holding my head in pain. I could still feel a piece of glass hiding beneath my head. I wiped the blood from my face with the back of my hand, forcing my vision to focus on the stairs which looked

JASMINES POVThe crackling of flames and the distant hum of laughter pulled me out of my haze of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself sprawled on the cold forest floor. The sharp scent of burning wood mingled with the aroma of the trees. Shadows danced across my vision, and for a moment, I thought I was alone. But I wasn’t. “Rise and shine, beauty,” a masculine mocking voice called out, followed by a chorused laughter. I winced in pain, holding my head as I sat on the ground. “Who are you?” I asked the most relevant question. It was obvious we were in the woods. But doing what? Caine has mentioned how unsafe the pack was. So why would I be in the woods with strangers who stole me from bed?One of the boys walked up to me and offered to help me stand. I hesitated, but took his hand in the end, “You abducted me from my bed…” I queried, glaring at them one after the other. But they were unfazed. The once distant laughter and chants were now audible. I recognize