JASMINE Thanksgiving was at my grandparents’ house. I skipped out and stayed in bed, knowing I couldn’t possibly handle another social situation. My dad brought leftovers into my room. I picked at them, barely touching them. I called in sick for both my shifts that week, skipping out on work Saturday. After being the type of person who never called out, I realized I was becoming one flaky employee now. I could add that to my list of things I went from perfect at to bad at. I couldn’t even be bothered to do any schoolwork. I realized I didn’t even care what grades I got anymore. I was completely pathetic. I had no more motivation for anything in life. Maybe I could just decay in my bed slowly over several months until I was dead and didn’t have to suffer anymore. Early in the morning, on Sunday, when it was still dark outside, my dad came into my room and sat down on my bed. He put his hand on my back, gently shaking me awake, and said, “There’s someone here to see you. But I think y
JASMINE I spent the morning skiing with Blake and his friends. Blake stayed with me the whole time, staying close by me as we went down the mountain and sharing the chairlift with me. As we were sitting together, being lifted up one of the mountains, Blake leaned over and asked, “How are you feeling, Jasmine? I’ve been worried. You never responded to any of my texts.” I looked down. “Sorry, I just didn’t have the energy to reply.” “Well, you’re doing great skiing today.” He smiled. “Although not a big fan of those snow pants. The leggings were much better, definitely.” We broke for lunch. Blake deposited me at a table with the other girls while he and the guys went up to buy lunch. Brooke moved closer to me and said, “You’re definitely quieter than the others.” “The others?” I asked. “You know, the other girls he dated in the past. They’re usually much more obnoxious. You seem much nicer. Nice change of pace.” “Have you known Blake long?” I asked. “I’ve known him since kinderga
JASMINE Once everyone started going to bed, Blake led me to my room. He opened my door and said, “Have a good night, Jasmine. Thank you for coming here for my birthday.” Before he walked away, he kissed me on my forehead and turned to head up a set of stairs. I glanced into my room, which seemed too dark and lonesome, and then up at him ascending the stairs slowly with a towel wrapped around his waist and his bare, muscular back on display. In a moment of spontaneity, I decided to follow him, wobbly on my legs. I grasped the handrail, and as I took my first step, the towel that was wrapped around me dropped. I wasn't sure if it was the soft sound the towel made as it hit the wood floor or the pad of my foot touching the first step, but he turned around and glanced down at me. “Be careful.” He rushed back down the stairs. “I want to see your room,” I said, fluttering my lashes in what I hoped was a seductive way, even in my drunken state. “Well, okay then,” he said. He effortlessly
JASMINE I awoke the next morning to the sound of an alarm, my throat and mouth dry. I heard a male groan next to me and felt movement on the mattress. I could smell Blake all around me. The memory of last night started to come back to me as I opened my eyes. I lifted the blanket I was under to realize that I was completely naked and so was Blake. My whole body turned red as he rolled over, pulling me against him. “Well, good morning, Miss Alpha,” he said, bringing his mouth to mine, kissing me. “How’d you sleep?” “I’m pretty sure I remember the whole night. Can werewolves black out?” “It’s rarer than it is for humans, but it’s possible.” “We didn’t—” I started. “Have sex?” “Did we?” “No. But you definitely tried to seduce me.” He smirked at me. “Oh, Goddess!” I put my hands on my face, recalling what I had done. “You’re quite the seductress when you’ve been drinking. I mean, I can’t blame you. I’d want to jump my bones too. Now that you’re fully sober, I wouldn’t mind a round
JASMINE I was relieved when Jack and Tyler approached me. Tyler asked, “Why don’t you sit with us for lunch today? I’ve been here with you for two days and barely spoken with you.” I agreed and the two of them went up to buy lunch while I saved a table and waited for them to return. They came back and sat across from me. Blake followed right after them and sat down next to me. Jack and Tyler both looked at him. Finally, Tyler asked, “Is Blake your boyfriend, Jasmine?” “No,” I replied, feeling insecure and weird having to answer in front of Blake. “He’s just a friend.” “Good-looking friend.” Jack winked. “I used to have the biggest crush on him growing up.” “I don’t blame you.” Tyler chuckled. “I’m almost jealous of Jasmine for being the sister.” I looked at Blake and he kept a straight face, not saying anything. “He’s grumpy sometimes.” Jack snickered. “Actually, most of the time.” “I can see that. I could work with that. Sulky yet sexy.” Tyler laughed. “Lots of passionate, ang
JASMINEThe following Wednesday, I finally returned to work. I walked in at 7:30, ready to position myself for the morning rush. Before I could station myself to begin making drinks, Valerie pulled me in for a hug, taking me aback. There was a line of customers to serve, so she quickly let me go so I could do my job.Once the café was empty, she came over and said, "Are you okay, Jasmine? I heard everything that happened. I've been worried. You haven't responded to any of my texts.""I haven't been replying to anyone's texts," I replied."Why not?""It's just too much right now. I don't really want to talk about it." She nodded and moved to the back. I grabbed the spray bottle and a rag so I could clean up the café. At least I made it to work. That was progress. I just had to make it until 4 and then I could go back to my bed until Saturday.I returned to behind the register after I finished cleaning, ringing i
BLAKE On Friday afternoon, Luke, my father, Alpha Antoine, and his mate, Luna Marie, were positioned around my desk as we all looked toward the conference phone. I clenched and unclenched my fists, and my mouth was dry with anticipation. I grabbed for my water bottle to take a sip as Luke cleared his throat and dialed his father’s number. “Hello? Dad?” Luke called into the phone as soon as we connected. “Hi, Luke. Who else is there?” “We have Alpha Blake, Alpha James, Alpha Antoine, and Luna Marie.” “Ok, good. I have some unfortunate news to share." He paused for a moment and everyone in the room looked around at each other. "Thank you for calling me back immediately. My men have spotted a mass movement from Alpha Édouard’s pack. At this point, I would advise everyone to take position. I think it’s clear that they’ve decided to proceed with the attack, and they’re definitely heading in your direction.” Alpha Antoine chimed in, “I am looking at my phone and I’m receiving the same
BLAKE Alpha Antoine’s and my troops appeared, sprinting to congregate. Suddenly darts began raining on us. They were fighting dirty. It was also completely reckless. Part of the reason werewolves didn’t use weapons was the risk for friendly fire was too high. Unless you were close enough to someone to smell the pack they were from, it was close to impossible to differentiate between friend and enemy, with the coloring of a wolf’s fur almost never being indicative of the pack they were from. Before I could fully process the situation, sharp flashes of pain pulsed through my body, one after another. My pack members were falling. Fucking cowards couldn’t even fight us the right way. I took the lead, and several darts hit my body. Luckily, I had spent years building a tolerance and was fine. We all moved forward, and finally the cowards showed themselves, running toward us. They must have run out of darts. We all bolted toward them, attacking as we could. I quickly plunged my claws into