로그인"He’s just back and he’s already hooking up with two blondes. Typical Caspian."I noticed what Sofia said was true.He was leaning back, arms draped over the couch, looking perfectly bored despite the two stunning girls hovering over him. One was tracing the line of his jaw with a manicured finger, and the other was whispering something into his ear, her lips practically grazing his skin.But he wasn't paying attention to them. Instead He held out his drink, he didn't sip it, those eyes of his were locked onto mine.He tipped his chin up. A single sharp jerk. That motioned 'Come here''Well... playboy' I thought, we are already heading your way."Sof, your cousin looks like a serial playboy," Freya muttered, her voice tight with caution as she leaned into my ear. "Seriously Jasmine, he’s exactly the kind of person we should be running away from. Let’s just go."I wanted to agree. Every logical part of my brain was screaming that a guy like that was a one-way ticket to more heartbre
Freya has been a real supporter and backbone for the whole week while we settled into campus, a true reliable friend indeed. I didn't know what I did to deserve her but I was super grateful to have her in my life. The big move from the Crested Mountains Pack To Ivory Spire University felt like wake-up from a black-and-white dream into a world of high definition color. Everywhere here was beautiful and bustling with so many activities, there were so many fun places we saw together, the reason being that we resumed much earlier than most. Back home, the energy that surrounded me was dull and suffocating as many treated me less, my family members included of course, i was never happy there, But Here? it was different. No one knew me. I was new and free! During our first week, Freya and I were a blur of organized chaos if that makes any sense. We’d spent our days hauling boxes into our new dorms; they were minimalist suites with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the ci
Malakai. I froze. I wanted to disappear. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole. I was standing in a smoke-filled kitchen, covered in stain and flour, looking like the failure everyone said I was. Malakai stepped into the kitchen, his nostrils flaring. He looked at the smoke, then at the blackened roast on the counter, and finally, his gaze settled on me. "Dinner is ruined, Malakai," Cecily said, stepping toward him and sliding her arm through his. She looked at me with a pout that didn't reach her eyes. "Jasmine was supposed to take care of it, but... well, you know how she is. She’s just not capable of doing things right." Malakai looked at the burnt meat, then back at me. He let out a short, mocking exhale. "I expected as much. Some wolves are born to lead, and some aren't even fit to follow. It’s a good thing I didn't join my future to someone who can’t even handle cooking." He turned his back on me, pulling Cecily closer. "Come on. Let's go into town . I’l
"JASMINE! Get your lazy, defective ass out here right now!" I scrambled to hide my phone under the thin blanket. I had gotten a notification, the Ivory Spire scholarship response mail, but I couldn't look at it. Not yet. "I know you’re in here, wallowing like a wounded animal," Vivienne hissed, stepping into the cramped room. "Do you think because you were rejected, you get a holiday? Do you think the world stops because Malakai realized you were a mistake?" "No, Vivienne," I whispered, my voice sounding thin and alien to my own ears. "Good. Because we have guests. The Beta and his family are coming over to celebrate Malakai and Cecily’s union. Your father expects perfect dinner." She leaned in, her eyes Narrowing. "And since you’re the only thing in this house that isn't fit to be seen in the dining hall, you’ll be in the kitchen. You will cook. Everything." . "I... I don't feel well," I tried, my voice cracking. Vivienne laughed, a sharp, metallic sound.
“Try again” she said stepping back a little to give me space. I looked toward the kitchen down the hall. I couldn't smell anything coming from there. I couldn't even smell the floor polish or anything around me anymore To a werewolf, smell is everything. It’s how we see the world, how we know who is a friend and who is a foe. But the trauma of Malakai’s rejection—the sheer cruelty of it happening so soon after my first shift had broken the connection between my sense of smell and my soul. "Omg," I choked out, a fresh wave of terror washing over me. "Everything is gone. The world... it doesn't have a smell to me anymore." I was nineteen years old. I was a late shifter, hence tagged a defect. A defect who had finally found her wolf only to have her heart murdered a day later. I wasn't just rejected. I was smell-blind young werewolf. It was devastating. No smell of flowers, Just… air. Cold, empty, hollow air. "Jasmine, look at me!" Freya’s voice was frantic, her hands g
The smell was the first thing that led me towards the scene of my worst betrayal. I was tracing the smell, It was intoxicating, a heavy primal hit of rain drenched soil, cedar and mountain air. It sliced through the stale hallway of the Pack building, It was the kind of smell that made your soul sit up and take notice, and my wolf did exactly that, Nala, who had only been awake for twenty-four hours went absolutely feral in my mind. MATE! she screamed, her voice was a joyful roar that vibrated in my marrow she was excited. 'OURS! Our mate is somewhere there Jasmine!' I followed that scent frantically like a starving person follows the smell of fresh baked bread, my heart was beating so fast against my ribs. I didn't care that I was in the restricted private rooms for high ranking werewolves in the pack. I didn't care that my stepmother, Vivienne, would skin me alive if she found me here. All I cared about was the string pulling me toward the private chambers. Bu







