บททั้งหมดของ My Possessive Alpha Wants Me Back: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

JASMINE—-"You will not dare to speak that name in my presence," Denzel growls, his eyes blazing with fury. His face twists into a menacing scowl, and his voice drops to a low, ominous tone.I scoff, rolling my eyes. "What do you think this is? Your sanctuary?" I challenge, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Hades swiftly intervenes, grasping my hand in a firm but gentle grip. He shakes his head, his eyes pleading with me to back down.But I'm beyond reason. Denzel's arrogance is infuriating, and I can't resist pushing his buttons."Come on, Denzel," I taunt. "You think you own this place?"Denzel's face purples with rage. "It's not my sanctuary to be precise," he snarls, "but it will be in a very short amount of time."The room falls silent, with all eyes on our tense standoff. Denzel's gaze sweeps the room, his eyes lingering on the cowering guests huddled in the corner.I follow his gaze and catch his sly grin. It's a fleeting moment, but I see the calculation in his eyes. He's enjoy

—JASMINE."I am ready to move, now," I say, adjusting the dress I had just thrown over my head down to my body to cover my legs. "The kids are safe with Enora, but we can't waste time getting to them," Ezra announce.I burst out of the cramped shed, the cool night air slapping me in the face. The full moon hangs low, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets and making me feel like I haven’t done enough. "Hades had a bad feeling about tonight, right?" I ask Ezra, my voice low and urgent. "He's been prepping for this night after getting warnings from Denzel” Ezra replied“Well Denzel isn’t human to be precise and I just hope Hades—“Hades will be fine, come on we have to leave” Ezra presses.We exchange a curt nod, and I fall into step beside him, our pack members shadowing us from a distance.The sounds of chaos escalate – snarls, screams, and the sickening crunch of bone on the pavement. My senses go into overdrive, my werewolf instincts on high alert.As we sprint through

—HADES.-I close my eyes, shutting out the world as I focus on the primal energy coursing through my veins.My wolf stirs, responding to my desperation, as I tap into our bond for what feels like the hundredth time, reaching out to Jasmine."Jasmine, please answer me," I whisper, my plea barely audible even to myself, a plea from the depths of my soul.But the silence is deafening.Two agonizing days have passed since Denzel's minions took her from me. Two days of endless searching, of scouring the lands, of questioning anyone who might know something.My mind is numb, my body exhausted. I've pushed myself to the limit, barely sleeping or eating. My pack is worried that another attack might take place and a lot of them have fled the Silvermist, but I won't rest until Jasmine is back by my side.Every call to her feels futile, like shouting into a void. I strain to sense even a whisper of her presence, but there's nothing.Panic claws at my chest, threatening to consume me. What if

WARNING: This chapter contains some disgusting moments that readers might find disturbing.—JASMINE.-*Carried back like a frail and sick child to the room I was taken away from before, I feel utterly helpless. The big woman lays me on the bed, now clean and free from the stench of blood, but instead adorned with rose petals, their delicate beauty a stark contrast to my own vulnerability.As I lay down, I notice my body has grown extra weak, as if my very life force is ebbing away. My limbs feel heavy and unresponsive, and I struggle to move, but even the slightest effort exhausts me. It's as if I'm trapped in my own body, paralyzed by some unseen force.Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I hate this. I hate being weak, hate being helpless. I can still move my body, yes, but getting up, speaking, walking, or talking seems impossible.More oils are poured onto my body, the scent overwhelming, before the maids finally leave me alone, lying naked and lifeless on the bed. The sil

Trigger warning: This chapter contains some repulsive content that some readers might find disturbing.—JASMINE contd.-I open my eyes, grogginess dissipating as I realize I've dozed off. But as I move my limbs, I'm surprised to find I'm no longer as weak as I thought I'd be. The brief sleep must have rejuvenated me, providing the energy boost I desperately needed.Panic sinks in, however, as I take in my surroundings. The bathroom. Memories of Denzel's assault and the black leeches come flooding back. My heart racing, I plunge my body forward, cupping my hands under the faucet to drink water. The cool liquid revives me, quenching my thirst and calming my frazzled nerves.As I drink, I feel my vitality returning. My senses sharpen, and my thoughts clear. I'm alive, and that realization spurs determination within me. I must escape, no matter what.With renewed resolve, I straighten up, water dripping from my chin. My gaze falls upon the bathtub, where the black leeches lie motionle