JASMINE
"What's going on?" he looked at me.
"Can we just park somewhere and talk?" I asked.
"Okay, let me just drive further down where there aren't any houses around." He put his car into drive and drove ahead until he reached a forested area and pulled over. Then he turned to look at me, taking my hand. "Jasmine, what happened?"
"My parents know."
"You told them?"
"No."
"How did they find out?"
"Because Lucy has made it completely obvious. My mom's basically president of the pack rumor mill. She got texts from all her busybody friends at work today. So, I basically got ambushed as soon as my parents got home."
"How did they take it?" He took my other hand in his so he was holding both my hands now, looking intently into my eyes.
"How do you think they took it? Not well at all."
"What did they say?"
"I don't know. It was weird. My mom told my dad she would call her brother and nephe
BLAKE On Friday morning, I was alone in my office going through different financial reports that the accountant had left me to review. A knock at the door broke my concentration. When I looked up, I was surprised to see my mom in the doorway. “Can I come in?” she asked. “Of course.” I waved her in. She softly closed the door behind her and walked over to give me a hug and kiss me on the forehead. Then she sat down at a chair in front of my desk. “Blake, I need to speak to you about your father.” I groaned. “What about him?” “I know your father’s very difficult sometimes, but I would like for you to make an effort to work with him. He has a lot of experience with running the pack and going to war, and, quite frankly, you need his help. It’s not that I don’t have faith in your leadership skills. It’s just that you are still new at this position, and everyone needs a mentor when they’re first starting out. I couldn’t have succeeded as a doctor if I didn’t have more experienced docto
JASMINE On Saturday morning, I arrived at work at seven thirty, right on time for the late shift. Valerie was inside working the register when I walked in. I quickly dropped all my things in the back and came out front to help her make drinks. After the rush was over, I grabbed the spray bottle and rag to wipe down all the tables and chairs. When I made it back behind the counter, Valerie came out. She looked me up and down and asked, “How’s your leg? Are you okay?” “It’s better, good as new,” I replied. She then put both her hands on my shoulders, stared into my eyes, and said, “How are you?” “I’m fine,” I replied, confused by the question. But she didn’t remove her hands. “How are you taking the whole thing with Lucy? I know it can’t be easy to know your friend’s pregnant with your mate’s baby.” I almost choked, feeling uncomfortable. “What have people been saying? What has Lucy been saying?” She removed her hands from my shoulders and replied, “Well, people talk, but who car
JASMINE"I know it's not fair on you. But, Goddess, Jasmine, I want you to know at least that I do care. I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I wish there was a handbook or something I could read so I knew what to do. But I feel like I'm just grasping at straws, and I keep pulling the wrong one."I reflected on what he said, and I felt some empathy for him, understanding his struggle. But did he understand mine? I wasn't sure. He let me go and took my hand again so we could walk into the park. He led me over to a bench so we could sit down, and then turned toward me, putting his hand on my leg, rubbing my knee.We sat there, looking at each other. I wrapped my arms around myself to warm myself as the cold breeze blew. Upon seeing my reaction to the cold, Luke pulled me against him. I snuggled into his warmth and the dulled sparks his body emitted as it touched mine through our jackets. The familiar feeling of calm and arousal came over me, and suddenl
JASMINEOn Sunday morning, I awoke to my phone vibrating next to me. I rolled over to find that Lucy's mother was texting me. I quickly unlocked my phone to see the text messages.Ivy: Good morning JasmineIvy: I hope you are well. We miss seeing you. Haydon and I do not have any hard feelings toward you and we both hope that you and Lucy will one day be able to be friends again.Ivy: I am messaging you as I hope you are still willing to meet my friend Katie and her son. They will be here for Thanksgiving and we made reservations at a restaurant on Wednesday for dinner. I can pick you up at 5. Lucy won't be there so no need to worry.I stared at my phone wondering why Ivy was so adamant about me meeting her old friend and son, especially If she wasn't even bringing Lucy. I had almost forgotten that I had bumped into her in the grocery store almost a month ago. It seem
JASMINE I woke to my alarm on Monday, quickly swiping it off and taking a deep breath. I readied myself for the day and promptly joined my parents downstairs to go to temple service. My stomach rolled and my limbs were weak. Not only would I see Luke at the service, but today was the day he was to verbalize his decision. I knew deep within me what it would be, but it didn’t make it easier to face his rejection so head on and fearlessly. My parents were silent in the car on the way to temple. The tension was so thick you could cut a knife through it. I’d never seen my parents like this in my life. Their bond normally seemed ideal—they agreed on almost everything, their minds an extension of each other’s. I had barely ever even heard the two of them bicker. It was the type of bond I wished for myself, though now that dream had departed. We took our normal place in the pews. Not long after we arrived, I spotted Blake and Luke taking their seats next to Blake’s parents. Blake glanced ov
JASMINEI looked at him and asked, "So what did you decide?""Right to the point, I see," he responded, sighing. "Let's enjoy our drinks first and then we'll talk. Are you hungry? I can also bring out some snacks.""I'm good," I replied, knowing I wouldn't be able to eat even if I were hungry."Let me know if you change your mind. It's not good to drink on an empty stomach.""Mm," I replied."So how was your weekend?""It was okay. How was yours?""Miserable," he took another drink and refilled his cup. I did the same and he topped me off."What was so miserable about it?""Come on, Jasmine, you know this is not an easy decision for me. I've been given an ultimatum and a limited amount of time to decide on the path for the rest of my life. That's a lot of pressure. I can't see the future, so there's no way to know if I'm making the right decision.""But you know in your heart what you reall
BLAKE I watched in horror as Jasmine doubled over and fell off the couch, just narrowly missing the coffee table. I shuddered as she screamed in agony at the rejection. Before I could think about what I was doing, I picked her up by her waist, her whole body convulsing. I quickly glanced back at Luke who was also doubled over on the couch, clearly also in pain, hesitating and wondering if I should try to help him too. His eyes locked with mine, red and brimming with tears. “It’s okay, Blake. Help Jasmine. I’ll be okay,” he wheezed out, grasping at his chest. I’d come back for him later and make sure he really was okay. At that moment, all I could think about was taking care of Jasmine. I swiftly grabbed my car keys from the entryway table and ran to my car, carrying Jasmine over my shoulder. I threw her into the passenger seat, sprinted to the driver’s seat, and was soon speeding toward the clinic. It was a quick drive. I parked haphazardly, pulled Jasmine out of the car, and ran in
JASMINE My parents brought me home on Monday night, picking me up on their way home from work. Dr. Luna told them what happened, so I didn’t have to. My mom didn’t say anything. She just sat in the front seat of the car as my dad walked me to the back seat. He then helped me up to my bedroom and into my bed. He looked at me, not speaking. I turned away from him, feeling shame at how pathetic I was being. I’d always read books and seen TV shows with female characters who withered away from heartbreak, and I hated that I was doing the same thing. But I couldn’t help it. The pain was debilitating. Not that I had personal experience with it, but I imagined it was similar to a bullet being shot through my chest. I stayed in bed for the remainder of the night, only rising to use the bathroom. It was the same all day Tuesday. My parents kept bringing me food that I ignored, not able to stomach it. On Wednesday morning, I received a text from Ivy reminding me of the dinner. I decided to igno