บททั้งหมดของ My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

—JASMINE-As the ruckus outside continues to escalate, Denzel, seemingly fed up with the distraction, storms out of the room to investigate the commotion. Hades and I, however, don't waste any time standing around and watching. We quickly exit the room and hurry back to the party, eager to escape the tension.Meanwhile, Denzel stops one of his maids aggressively, his grip on her arm tightening as he demands, "What is going on?" The maid, clearly shaken, catches her breath and steadies herself before replying, her voice heaved and breathless. "The fireworks, Alpha Denzel... they were supposed to go off when you announced your new Luna, but they went off early and in the wrong place, destroying everything!"Denzel's expression doesn't betray any surprise, his voice calm and collected. "What?" he asks, as if seeking clarification.The maid nods frantically, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes! The fireworks were meant to be a grand display, but they malfunctioned and caused chaos!"De

—JASMINE.—I watch as Alison's words hang in the air, her gaze fixed on my twins. She takes another step forward, her movements hesitant, as if drawn by an unseen force. Hades decides to water her curiosity, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "Meet my kids, Alison, if you'd like to let your gaze leave them for a few seconds," he says, his voice low and smooth.As Hades excuses himself and heads into a corner to talk to Ezra, Alison's eyes remain fixed on my twins. She sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, and glances at Enora, who looks away. "But you never claimed to have kids," Alison begins, her voice barely above a whisper.I see the realization dawn on her face, the absurdity of her statement sinking in. Alison's eyes dart back to my twins, her voice laced with a mix of fear and curiosity. "And they're Hades' kids?" she asks, her tone almost hushed.I feel a pang of amusement at Alison's questioning. She's the one asking herself these questions a

—HADES. - I do not plan to spend the rest of my day with those old men who call themselves elders of the pack when my Jasmine is in heat and will one way or another admit to me that she is and give into it. The thought of being confined in a stuffy room with them, listening to their outdated opinions and criticisms, makes my skin crawl. I'd rather be with Jasmine, feeling her warmth and surrendering to our primal desires. "I do not need another fucked up meeting," I snarl at Ezra, who's watching me with a mixture of concern and understanding. Ezra sighs, his expression a familiar blend of frustration and loyalty. "You can't ignore them, alpha. They'll only get more agitated if you blow them off." I pace around the living room, my mind consumed by thoughts of Jasmine. I can sense her desire calling to me, and I know she's struggling to resist. I need to be with her, to claim her and make her mine. "Any idea what they want?" I ask Ezra, grabbing a bottle of water from the sid

—HADES..—I sigh and glare at Hunter behind me, my eyes narrowing in annoyance. He looks the same, yet different. The stubble around his jawline gives him a rugged edge, but I'm not interested. I don't try to ignore him as I usually do; instead, I ask, "What do you want?"Hunter smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I just flew back into the country, you could at least be a little nicer to me. We only have each other. Mother's dead, you know."The sound of "mother" makes me and my wolf freeze, but I don't let it show on the outside. I don't need the devil's timeline thrown in my face, not now, not ever. I grit my teeth, my jaw clenched in anger."I missed you," Hunter says, his voice dripping with insincerity."Not another stupid word about that," I snarl, my voice low and menacing. "You're doing a fine job as Alpha. Even better than me."I ball my hand into a fist, my nails digging into my palm. This bastard only knows how to push my buttons. If he doesn't shut up anytime soon

HADES—-I don't expect Jasmine's kiss, but when it comes, I'm helpless to resist. It's not a soft, calculated touch, but a rough, desperate embrace that speaks directly to my soul. I feel the urgency in her lips, the need that drives her to claim me, and it's like a spark to dry Tinder.Finally.Without thinking, I reach out and take her by the back of her head, my fingers gentle against her delicate skull and damp hair. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, and feel her melt into me like wax in a furnace.Her lips are fierce, and demanding, and I meet them with equal intensity. I can feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in time with mine, and I know I'm not alone in this desire. It's like we're two stormy seas, crashing against each other, creating a maelstrom of emotion that threatens to consume us both.And yet, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm lost in the depths of her eyes, drowning in the sensation of her skin against mine, and I know I'll never be the same again.