Dylan's eyes almost popped out when he saw the room in chaos as the doctor kept yelling while the nurse rushed to follow his instructions. It was like a horror movie playing in front of him, and he prayed that it was really a horror movie. However, he looked at Jasmine's face through the little glass on the door, he could feel his heart crushing this time, and he took him forever just to walk to the door to take a better look.His eyes were teary, heart heavy, body weak and his mind blank. All he could see was Jasmine lying unconscious on the bed while the doctor and nurse ran helter-skelter around the room. He gasped when her breathing went up, alerting the door.The nurse from earlier came back and tapped his shoulder. “Please Alpha, can I go in?” She asked politely, but the look on her face alone was enough to tell him that it wasn't a request but a statement because he did otherwise than the person inside would die and getting that part clearly, he immediately stepped away fro
“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Jasmine nodded, sighed and looked around the place. She tried to sit up, but Dylan was quick to sit her back down.“What are you doing? You need to rest,” he told her as he tugged her back to bed.She nodded eyes and she was restless. “What happened?” She asked dryly.“Someone threw a knife at you,” he mentioned.Her eyes widened a bit, but she sighed out of exhaustion. “Did you bring me here?”He nodded. “I brought you here immediately,” he said, looking at her closely.“Why? I thought you would be happy if I died. Remember I killed your father, or was it my people? Which other way, you should've rejoiced instead of bringing me here,” she said bitterly. She remembered his harsh words as he told everyone that she was a murderer and that resulted in her getting stone at. So, why exactly did he bring her here when he should be happy that she was at the brink of life and death.Dylan frowned when he heard what she s
She opened her eyes only to shut them back immediately when something bright almost blinded her. She used her hand to cover the bright light. The light moved to the side, giving her the chance to blink repeatedly. Afterwards, she finally realized that it was a flashlight. Why on earth would anyone need a light, when she was certain that it was probably day time by now? This made her curious, so she tried to see more clearly and adjust to the room. She could finally see more clearly. She tried to stand up, but the light flashed back to her eyes. Furthermore, she winced and covered her eyes again, but then she heard footsteps approaching her.“Dylan? Is that you?” Where was she?Something about this moment terrified her, and she instinctively moved back against the wall. Wait, this room was small. She pointed out with her eyes searching everywhere inside the dim room. Who owns this place, and what do they want from her? Was it Dylan that brought her here, or she was deceived and kidn
The guards came, they unlocked the metal door and pulled her out. They didn’t her take anything with her, just the key that opened her cell door and put on a pair of handcuffs over her wrists. Then they shoved her outside of the prison, holding onto both sides of her waist as they pulled her with them, making sure she couldn’t fall off their shoulders.As soon as she felt the cold touch on her skin, she shivered. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been outside. How long had it been? The months were starting to blur together, and she had no idea where she was or how many days she had gone by now.The cold air hit her hard and she started feeling dizzy. Her legs wobbled as she struggled to keep her feet firm on the ground.She didn't dare look at the guard, afraid that her face would betray her emotions, and that she would start crying, which wasn't a good idea since they were holding her so firmly.Soon she felt their hands loosen up, and then her hands fell on her hips. She
“How is this butch still alive? Did that Alpha actually let you live after what you did? Did he ever consider killing you deliberately?! No. Of course not. Why should he? You are nothing but a pathetic omega who betrayed us.” Vivian said and paused for a moment.She could hear them from the corner, but she wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying next.She was focusing on calming her beating heart. Every time her breath hitched, her heart pounded even harder against her rib cage. And every time she noticed how close he was to her, her body tensed involuntarily, as if it was preparing itself for some sort of attack.It was getting unbearable. She needed a distraction. Anything to distract her mind. She had to think about anything else besides the intense panic she was experiencing.And then her thoughts moved toward her brother.He really didn't care about her, even though he probably hated her too, she just wished they would at least have a heart. And what about Dylan, whose f
Dylan sat on the couch in his room quietly, enjoying the peace of the silent room, he couldn't help but wonder if she marked him as evil.Or maybe he was evil after all, and he couldn't blame anyone for it. It was his wish to act that way… Maybe that was the feeling that emanated from him. Especially Jasmine who hated him the most, in fact, he doubted that anyone would actually hate him except Jasmine.Jasmine. He still remembered what happened to her and he should really punish those who hurt her that day.But, no matter how much his brain would protest that the thought didn’t make any sense at all, Dylan knew deep down he wasn't wrong…that there were other things he could have done. Things his mind couldn't conjure up a reason for why he had to do. It didn't even make sense to him anymore. But, Dylan supposed, there was always hope for people like him who'd been through something like that—someone with a lot of power in their hands, but who lacked the control they needed to stop.
Dylan's heart raced as he watched the guards search the hospital frantically. They seemed to be everywhere at once, moving quickly from room to room, calling out Jasmine's name. Despite their efforts, there was still no sign of her.Dylan's fear was palpable. He couldn't help but think of all the worst-case scenarios that could be happening to her. Had someone taken her? Was she hurt somewhere, unable to call for help? Or had she simply vanished into thin air?He paced back and forth, trying to keep his mind from spiraling out of control.The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Dylan's anxiety grew with each passing second, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened to her.Finally, after what felt like hours, the guards returned to Dylan with grim expressions on their faces and said something to him. Something he didn't quiet understand. "What?" He asked, his brows coming together inquisitively. Dylan's heart raced as the guard spoke, his words echo
His mind was consumed with worry and fear for Jasmine. He had barely slept the night before, his mind racing with thoughts of where she could be and what could have happened to her. Dylan entered the meeting room with purpose, but the dark expression on his face was enough to make anyone in the room uneasy. The room was a large and spacious conference hall, with a long rectangular table stretching down the middle. The conference table was filled with a large number of people, each of them looking up as he entered.. The table was surrounded by a large number of chairs, with one for each attendee. The room was well-lit, with large windows on one side that let in plenty of natural light.There were at least thirty people in attendance, each dressed in their finest The air in the room was tense, with a feeling of anticipation hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that everyone was there for an important purpose, and each person had something they wanted to contribute.As the meeting g