All Chapters of MY SECRET MATE: LOST MEMORIES.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JASMINE’S POV “Can I have a word with you?” I asked, stealing glances at Bryan who was looking out of the window. Caine was still answering a call at the garage while I pulled Lucy to a corner. “That’s him,” I blurted. “Him? What do you mean by him?” “My ex, Lucy, Bryan. That’s him,” I clarified. My heart raced, my blood boiling as I mistakenly looked into his eyes. He looked away immediately, and I knew that guilt was eating him up. “Your…ex? That Bryan?” “Yes, Lucy, that's Bryan,” I answered. “Okay, chill. He’s been my work partner for a while now. I never knew he was the Bryan you were talking about,” Lucy snapped. She noticed that wasn’t going to get me calm, so instead, she took my hands and pulled me closer to her. “Hey, nothing is going on between us, he’s just a colleague. I am with Caine, remember?” She asked. I didn’t want to give her a response, but the way she looked into my eyes demanded one. I nodded consecutively. “Yeah, yeah,” I breathed. “An

JASMINES POV “Dad,” I blurted, my gaze fixed on him as I followed the guards further into the arena. I didn’t notice they had stopped until I bumped into one. That drifted my gaze away from my dad, back to the ring and the wild guards were now facing me. “You wait here until the trumpet goes again,” one of them said, staring at me through the holes in his helmet. I swallowed the fear that crawled into my throat the moment the gates at the opposite end lifted from the ground. Spencer and Harper walked into the arena, their pride written all over their faces. To them, I was a done deal, and they had every reason to show me no mercy because I hurt their sister. The crowd cheered as they made their way in, bare-chested and armorless. “This won’t take long. We’ll just hang around the lines until they’re done with her,” one of the guards nudged the other, a soft chuckle escaping their shielded faces as they walked away. “Ladies and gentlemen,” a loud voice boomed over the microphone.

CAINES POV Pain shot through my neck as Adrian’s fang tore into my flesh. It burned an unnatural heat, spreading through my veins and weakening me faster than I could comprehend. My wolf howled in agony, struggling to take control. But something in Adrian’s bite dampened my connection to him. I felt my blood leaving my body with speed, and with the strength I had left, I pushed Adrian, crashing into the window. I staggered to the wall but fell before I could get to Jasmine. “Caine,” I heard her voice, faint and muffled. “It will take a while before you will be able to use your legs,” Adrian said, walking out from the pieces of glass that broke after his crash. He carefully extended his hand into the sun's ray and withdrew it immediately after getting burned a little. “What…are you?” I stuttered, the pain seeping deep into my nerves. I fought to get my feet again, but I again, this time face flat on the floor. “Stop fighting the venom. It will only get worse if you fight it.

LUCY’S POV “Yesterday?” I repeated, searching my mind for a perfect lie. That wasn't going to be possible with the way he stared at me like he could see beneath my calm face. “I was with…Imani,” “Imani?” “Yes, Imani, my friend. You should know her, Caines friend too,” I answered with a shrug. “And what were you both doing between that time frame?” “What?” “Would you like me to repeat the question?” “I heard your question, what I don’t seem to understand is why I’m being asked all these. Is there a problem?” I snapped, squeezing my key in my hand to hold in my impatience. “Thing is…a few bags of blood went missing from the clinic yesterday within that time frame. I’ve asked the rest of your friends, and they have an account of where they were. It’s just you and Imani left,” he said. “And Caine…have you asked him?” I asked, but he looked away to hide the guilt in his face. “I expected as much, he’s your nephew so he can’t be a criminal, right,” I said softly. “This won’t t

JASMINE'S POVWhat others would call fame, I called unnecessary attention. There was no single aisle I was led down that had people around without having the riveted weighing my shoulders down. At some point, I thought of returning to my room, but Caine wasn’t done with his interview. He’d stayed up in one of the offices opposite the pack building, answering questions from the sheriff. He asked me to wait around, so I took some time to explore the perimeters. “Excuse me,” a feminine voice called from behind. Little blondie with large framed glasses. There was a shy smile on her face, and then she inched closer to me, raising a familiar brown paper to my face. “Is this you?” She asked, her British accent betraying her looks. “Urm…” I muttered, staring at the shabby drawing of me for a while. I drifted my eyes, scanning the environment, and noticed that the people around were staring too. “Is it?” She asked again, her smile fading away. “Yeah…yeah…that’s me,” I stuttered. Her smi