I woke up in a hospital bed, not knowing what day or time it was, with an IV in my arm. I could feel that my ribs were still healing but the burning from the wolfsbane had finally subsided. After some time, Dr. Davis came in. He was one of the two other doctors that worked at the clinic with my mom.
"Ah, Alpha, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Better," I replied, looking at him.
"Glad to hear it. We took some of your blood and you had at least five times the lethal amount of wolfsbane in your bloodstream. That was likely after you had already metabolized some already. To be quite honest, I am baffled that you're still alive."
"High tolerance," I smirked.
"Glad to see that we still have our alpha with us. Other than that, it seems you just need time to heal at this point."
Upon hearing what he said, a sickness came over me. "Where's my mom?" I asked.
He looked at me sadly. "Due to the circumstances, sh
JASMINEOn Friday evening, a funeral service was held at the temple for all the fallen warriors from the battle. My parents and I arrived to pews filled with pack members dressed in black. It was so full by the time we arrived that we had to take a seat near the back. I looked up front where I saw Blake dressed in a suit, seated with his mom, Luke and his family, and Lucy. Framed portraits of all the lost warriors were displayed up front. I noted one of the former alpha in the center.The service was at least three hours long as the priest led us through different chants and meditations. Then each warrior's family members went up to the podium to give eulogies. At the end, the priest called Blake up to speak. I felt my heart catch at the sight of him.He pulled out a paper, which he planted onto the podium, and began speaking. "Good evening, Midnight Maple Pack. Thank you for joining me, my family, and the families of the recently fallen warrior
JASMINE Blake's scent entered my nose. I turned to see him sitting down next to me. "Hey," he said. "Hey," I replied, looking at him. "Nice speech." "Thanks." "Sorry again about your dad," I said, feeling emotional, touching his leg. "Thanks." He looked down at his hands. "I see you recovered finally." "Yeah, I've been meaning to text you, but I got caught up in pack duty stuff. I had to visit all the families of the fallen warriors and meet with the priest. It's honestly been a lot," he sighed. We sat silently together for a bit and then he spoke again, "Do you want to do something tonight?" "Like what?" "Just hang out. I've missed you. I'd like to spend some time with you." "You know how my parents are." "One second," he said, getting up, and walking toward my parents. I stood up, shocked by him approaching them so suddenly. I watched as he shook my father's hand and spoke with
JASMINE After Blake paid and signed the check, he took my hand and led me to a bank of elevators. As soon as we stepped inside an empty elevator and the door closed, he had his mouth on me, kissing me desperately. I jumped up, and he supported me as I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed me against the wall. I lost myself in the kiss, my whole body aroused with anticipation. My thighs were burning, my panties so wet I was sure Blake could feel it through my dress as his erection throbbed against me. Everything between my legs was pulsing and swollen, desperate to feel Blake inside me. I was already imagining his naked body against mine. When the elevator dinged, signaling the doors opening, we were both gasping for air. He hoisted me up over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing and practically sprinted down the hallway. Once he found the right door, he pulled a key card out of his pocket and threw the door open. I didn’t even bother to look around the suite as he carried me into t
BLAKE It was an amazing night. We had round two and round three after the first round, barely sleeping. Then, the next morning, after we woke, we had round four. I was practically singing as I drove Jasmine home and dropped her at her parents' house. I snuck into the packhouse and quickly showered and got dressed. Then I made my way downstairs to the office where Luke was already at his desk, concentrated on his laptop. "What's up, what's up!" I said as I walked in, a big smile on my face. "You're in an oddly good mood this morning," Luke looked up at me. "Too much coffee. Maybe I should get some more," I said, getting up and heading to the kitchen. I quickly poured myself a mug. "Good morning, Connie!" I shouted, looking over at her preparing some food. "Good morning, Alpha," she looked at me oddly. "Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" "Yes, that would be great!" I smiled, taking my mug and heading back to
JASMINE After getting home Saturday morning, I rushed to take a shower and change into new clothes. I was extremely late for work, having completely forgotten about my shift that day. I checked my phone as soon as I walked through the door of my house to find frantic messages from Valerie. I was supposed to be there at seven thirty and I ended up walking in at eleven to come face-to-face with Lucy. “Looks like Perfect Jasmine finally decided to grace us with her presence,” Lucy taunted me as I walked past her to drop my stuff off in the back and throw on an apron. “Where have you been?” Valerie asked, coming over to me. “Sorry. Late night,” I replied. “Got stuck far away because of the blizzard.” “Far away?” Valerie raised her eyebrow at me. “Never mind, you can tell me later. We have a line of customers. Get to work.” I went up front, taking my place to prepare orders as they came in, trying my best to avoid interaction with Lucy. I noted that she now had a proper baby bump, ver
Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading!*** TALIA Dead. Killed in cold blood. The only person in the world I loved was taken from me, her heart ripped from her chest, leaving a gaping hole behind. The red splatter staining the wall of the bedroom indicated it had subsequently been thrown as if it were nothing more than a rotten fruit. Even through the acrid smell of blood, I could still smell him. He was the one who did it. He came almost every week, sometimes several times a week, going back years. In fact, I could not recall a time when he did not exist in my consciousness. He had always been obsessed with my mother. Now his smell invaded her bedroom; he couldn’t have left long ago as his rancid stench lingered,
TALIA The following day, Madam Coco summoned me to her office. As soon as I entered, I was met with the familiar scent of old lady perfume and cigarettes, the smell now more nauseating than it ever had been in the past. I tried not to breathe it in too much, becoming enraged with each breath. I forced myself to stay calm, digging my nails into my palms, barely able to look at her. She was a tiny woman, petite and always sporing a tan—her skin taking on a leathery appearance from spending so much time in tanning beds over the years. I wasn't sure of her exact age. If I had to guess—I'd say late fifties or early sixties. She gestured to a chair in front of her desk, barely looking up at me, flipping her long, platinum blonde hair behind her shoulders as I entered. I took a seat. She casually played with thick rings on her fingers. She loved jewelry and was always draped in it. Bought using my mom’s body and desperation. After dragging the silence out for far too long, she said, “Tali
TALIA Upon finally succeeding in taking every last penny from me, Madam Coco came through and handed me a box with four darts inside. I’d deliberated on it for a while but eventually concluded that the darts were a much more efficient tool for infiltration and worth the extra cost. I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again. A few days later, on a warm Thursday in mid-August, Hugo drove me to his pack. We stopped at the entrance and exited the car, then we were brought to a small room. The werewolves who escorted us there wrinkled their noses at the sight of me, and I realized it must be my rogue smell. I let out a deep sigh. When we were waiting alone, I asked Hugo, “Is the smell really that bad?” He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.” I nodded and wondered if he was just being po