My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back

JASMINE—“Alison has returned.”Banging my brush on the bed, I catch my breath. My efforts to calm down are fruitless... At risk of losing control.I sigh deeply.I've been nervous since Hades and I's wedding anniversary night a few days ago. Every time I hear Hades’ voice say her name in my mind, my heart races and shuts down, making it impossible to think.My heart skips a beat as her blond flowing hair appears in my mental screen and almost makes me break down.Alison. The one who Hades truly loves. The woman I can never compete with.The woman I can never be.She was the reason he was happy during our anniversary night. Because she has returned.How foolish I was to not read into him. The sound of the doorbell takes me off my feet and my head snaps towards the door like I’ve been called.My personal maid, Enora, tries to beat me to the door but I tell her to halt.I silently pray it is Hades, because I want him home. He has not come home for three days for some business he h

JASMINE—Hades's eyes, already dark and piercing, seem to deepen to an almost blackened intensity, as if the very mention of my words has summoned a shadowy storm within him. His eyebrows furrow, knitting together in a fierce scowl, as if I've uttered a blasphemy that offends the very fabric of his being.“What did you say?” His voice is thick, raspy and livid.My tears are heavy and my entire body is shaking, but I do not fail to repeat myself.“I said. I want a divorce”I'm exhausted, drained from feeling unloved and unwanted. I release him and myself from this loveless bond. He's free to choose another Luna, one who can stand by his side with genuine devotion, one with a wolf and not as weak as me. I no longer care. This marriage has been a sham, a constant reminder of his unfulfilled desires. Let him be with the woman who truly holds his heart, the one he needs and loves in return. I'm done living a lie.Hades takes a step forward, still looking at me like I am uttering non

JASMINE—As I slowly open my eyes to see the morning sun that has crept into my room, I am hit with a rush of discomfort. My body feels heavy and sore, as if it has been put through a wringer. With Hades last night. It was worse than a wringer. Every muscle hurts, and my feet feel like heavy weights, weak and unwilling. I try to sit up, but even the slightest movement causes aches throughout my body. Throughout my three years of marriage, all I wanted from Hades was passionate love and more. Yes, I yearned for him as my husband, mate, and man. I've always wanted to have sex with him, but I never imagined it would be as vile and aggressive as it was last night. He had gone against my wishes, against my emotions, to sleep with me.It was horrible, his weight, the force he had used on me. That was no way I imagined sharing an intimate moment with my husband.As the thought of his burning flesh and movement crawls in from last night, flashes across my mind, I shudder.I can still f

—JASMINE My body feels tight and numb and so is my throat. I haven’t said a word since Hades’ and I left the party. My heart is completely disrupted and I don’t know how to feel. Whatever I feel is beyond sadness and despair. Well, any living Luna in my shoes would have shattered completely if their entire pack members pointed fingers at them and slutshamed her. As we step into Hades’ room, he gently guides me towards his bed and urges my body to take a seat. I take a seat and watch as he moves swiftly around the room before disappearing into the bathroom. He comes out seconds later with a damp towel and as he squats down to match my seated height. He starts to carefully wipe the wine stain on my skin and dress. I flinch when the cold towel touches me, giving away how shocked I still am. Hades pauses to give me a look before continuing with his action. The room is quiet, with just the sound of Hades’ breathing and the towel moving around my dress hovering around the place.

—JASMINE Hades sits beside me and dispatches an omega to fetch ointment for my injured wound. The omega swiftly returns, and Hades tends to my wound, cleaning it with a cloth before applying the ointment with precision.“Next time when I tell you to remain by my side, you listen to me. You know how much I hate dumb women” he snarlsI swallow hard, remaining silent, and observe him intently as he tends to my wound. His words may be harsh and unsettling, but they contradict the gentle care with which he applies the ointment, his touch surprisingly soft and considerate.As he continues to tend to my wound, my tension subsides, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I know somewhere in there he still cares about me.He gently lifts my leg and props it up, his focus on applying more ointment, his care and attention sparking a sense of solace in me.Now, I don't regret my decision to save the child, even though it meant getting hurt. It was all worth it, because in the end, I get to be