The Alpha's Claim

JASMINE The rain hit the tarred pavements in a chaotic rhythm, just a few minutes ago the sky was sunny with a chance of rain. " I knew I should've carried the umbrella" I muttered, grumbling in annoyance. It was expected that there would be light showers, but this just made my terrible day even worse. I stepped into the rain without caring about my clothes. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not because of the soaked papers after all I did not spend a whole $30 for a fake waterproof bag, but it's the stress that's built up over the week, and knowing there's still a few more days of this left. At the corner of my eye, I catch a familiar sleek black car, probably a Bentley or a Tesla I don't know, but .... Didn't I pass this car just five minutes ago? I knew I thought deeply a lot and people may think I'm a sociopath, but I'm always aware of my surroundings. I couldn't help but feel my skin crawl at the thought of someone watching me. Similar cars have been seen around here t

LUCIEN "Mate." I spoke that word with quiet venom, I never thought I would say it one day, my voice was a low growl vibrating through the underground cell as I stared at the filthy, bruised she-wolf slumped on the floor. My mate. Her copper hair is a tangled mess, soaked from the rain with mud and grass clippings sticking to it, her face smeared with blood and mud. A purple bruise bloomed around both temples, her lip split and swollen. Her ripped shirt exposed her shoulder, it's dislocated from the looks of it. So Pathetic, Battered and bruised, importantly She mine? My wolf howled and yipped in recognition, thrashing violently against my control, so desperate to lunge toward her and mark her. I clenched my jaw, holding him back with sheer force of will. She looked up, eyes dazed and confused. Bright Green eyes, I could feel defiance radiating from her. Didn’t she feel it? Why isn’t she reacting? I tugged at the bond string between us, she doesn't move. Nothing. My wolf wh

JASMINE Beep beep beep. The sound of the heart monitor was grating my ears. I open my eyes to see where I am, from the white walls and the smell of disinfectant and drugs, I was in the infirmary. Memories of what had happened came crashing back to me with a powerful headache cradled in it's arms. My wolf had over exerted herself when she came to the surface, and now is sleeping deeply. I look around and my eyes spot the last person I want to see right now. My mate. He is seated balanced on chair definitely made for comfort, reading a newspaper, maybe I was staring too much or he heard me move in the hospital bed, but he looks up, eyes meeting mine, then it hits me. His scents coming in full force drowning out the smell of bleach and disinfectant. He smelled like dark chocolate, sweet but with a tang of smokey spice which seems to drown out the sweetness when he's moody. And then there is this connection in my chest that draws me to him, luckily my wolf is asleep or

JASMINE The house of D'Arvenzi have already found me. How is this possible? Am I really going to be taken away by that ruthless clan and be used as their puppet?. No! I can't accept this! A week ago I was living a normal life only worrying about encountering another lone wolf or even rogue wolves, but now I only have two choices, either be taken away by my real pack and be controlled down to the very air I breathe or be bonded to my mate who doesn't even want me. " How the the D'Arvenzi house know that she is with us, we made it obvious that we would kill her if we found her, wasn't that enough of a deterrence" Xavier says his hand running through his already messed up brown hair in frustration. A growl rips from me before I could squash it. Inwardly I was annoyed that Xavier would talk about me like that, not because I'm his Alpha's mate, but because I'm above him in hierarchy. Both Xavier and Lucien look at me, Xavier's wolf was at the surface ready to fight back if I

JASMINE Today is the day that Sloane and I would be released from the infirmary. It should have felt like freedom, but why does it feel like a cage. Lucien isn't here, not when I woke up this morning, or when the pack doctor declared me fit to leave the infirmary, not even when Xavier barged into our former room with a battalion of guards to escort me to my new room. He is ignoring me. I know it, he knows it too. After everything that has happened, the blood claim, the threats, the bond that neither of us could control or deny, I had thought or even hoped that he would at least show his face. Even if only out of duty. But no. The silence from him stung deeper than the mark of a physical wound ever could. Sloane chatters beside muttering something along the line of making hospitals illegal. Her wolf side suddenly began showing within this week, the harsh smell of bleach became her nightmare I the infirmary. Even if her chattering is cheerful, it's not quite there. It seems fo