Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY SECRET MATE: LOST MEMORIES.: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

CAINES POV “I’ll meet you in a few hours,” I told Jasmine just as she was about to leave. My brother lurked behind my father, hands in his pockets like he was some sort of personal assistant. “Don’t you have assignments to do?” “They’re all done,” he replied. “And training? Aren’t you supposed to join the next batch to train today?” “Dad asked me…” “Dad, Dad, all the time. Dad, when are you going to let your favorite son join the system of how things are being done here? You can’t just let him keep skipping and using your influence as an excuse. He’s lucky I’m not the alpha,” I snapped, walking to my father's desk. “No he is lucky to have you as a brother,” my father followed behind. I sat on one of the chairs facing his table and she kicked the other in. “Find someone else,” I told my brother. “Let him sit, Caine,” my father warned. With a grunt, I let the chair go but with a little kick away from me. “That is what we have come to discuss,” my father took his seat, legs cr

JASMINES POV My heart leaped out of my chest the moment I was pulled down by Caine. The glasses of the diner shattered, spreading screams around as the people inside scurried for safety. “What was that?” I asked, panting heavily with my head buried on Caine’s shoulder. “You mean who,” he corrected, stealing a glance at the scene. “School tugs?” He said questionably. “Stay here,” “Caine, wait,” I tried to hold him back, but he was too swift, walking out of our hiding through the chaos in the diner until he was outside the door. I peeped from an opening on the table I was hiding behind. It looked like it was escalating. Two groups threw bottles at each other while a few on both sides were beginning to morph into their wolf. Caine wasn’t moved by their snarls or threats to each other. He walked in between both of them and ordered them to stop. I wasn’t able to hear him from inside, but their refusal was obvious. They charged at him, the first wolf lunging at him from behind.

JASMINE’S POV The silence that followed my question was deafening. Caine’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he stared straight ahead. My heart pounded so loudly that I was sure he could hear it from where he was sitting. The words had tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them, and now there was no taking them back. “Jas…” “No,” I cut him sharply. “Don’t start giving me excuses now. I know that’s what’s about to happen”. There was a delay in his speech. His mouth was shaking like he was searching for the right words. I sighed, leaning a little closer to him. “Just a yes or no answer, Caine. Do you have feelings for me?” “Why will you ask me that?” He returned, finally staring back into my eyes. I could feel the hurt in my chest, even before he said whatever was going to make my heart feel like it was being squashed by the walls in my body. “What do you mean by why will I ask you…” “You know I am dating Lucy, yeah. She’s your best

JASMINES POV Caine’s eyes held mine, steady and serious, a stark contrast to the carefree attitude he’d carried earlier. I tried to gauge whether he was serious or if the alcohol had gotten the better of him. The weight of his gaze pressed pinned me in place, and the soft rustling of the leaves around us only added to the strange intensity of the moment. “Caine…are you being serious?” I asked, pulling away from his face after we’d unintentionally gotten so close to each other. He leaned back slightly, his head tilted to the side as if contemplating how much he should reveal. “Pardon me, I should never have brought that up,” he pulled away and tried to stand. I grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the ground. “You were assigned to me to teach me how to take control of my wolf. If you know a way I could do that then why keep it a secret from me?” “Because it’s never been practiced after the last incident, and my father banned it,” he said, avoiding my eyes. He lifted the bottle

JASMINES POV The first rays of sunlight pierced through the shades of the branches surrounding us, waking me with a soft warmth that did little to ease the pain between my thighs. I shifted, wincing slightly at the pain—a sharp reminder of the night before. The memories flooded my head—his toughness, his whispers, the intensity of our connection, and the taste of his lips. But alongside the warmth and memories, came a heavy weight in my chest. Guilt. I stirred on the floor, glancing at Caine who was still asleep. He looked at peace, unburdened by the storm that ravaged my heart. I couldn’t stay—not with the kind of guilt that riled up in my chest. I slipped out of his hand, got dressed, and started making my way out. “Leaving already?” Caine’s voice halted me in my tracks. With a heavy exhalation, I turned to face him. His eyes were still heavy with sleep and locked into mine. “I…I,” I stuttered, still adjusting my bra hook which I think I may have mismatched. “I just neede