บททั้งหมดของ His Alpha-Uncle Is My Fated Mate: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

~Jasmine~"Do you really have to go?" I whined into the phone, talking to Greg, who was heading back home to the previous pack he lived in to "take care of some personal things.""I promise, Jasmine," he sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time. I could practically see him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line, it was a habit of his whenever he was trying to convince me. "Once I've settled everything, I'm coming right back. But I have to.""Okay..." I conceded. "Safe journey, Greg. Don't hesitate to let me know as soon as you're settled, okay? Keep me updated on everything—every single detail."Greg and the other patient were recovering rapidly, and currently, they are physically fit, well enough to carry on with their daily activities.Although they were still under medication. I was glad this antidote became a success, and other packs used it on their afflicted members and so far, the results were good. 100% cure with no deaths recorded, and also, ending the mutation of

~Jasmine~"This can't be," I whispered, my voice trembling as I frantically rummaged through the dusty box. Stacks of newspapers met my gaze, filled with petitions from pack members demanding the return of the Silvercrack Instrument by Alpha Maverick's father. They cited its dangerous nature as a threat.This wasn't an accident; it was blatant negligence. How could he be so selfish? How could he jeopardize lives for his own interests? My knees buckled, and I collapsed.My old wound throbbed, and a wave of rage washed over me. The more I read, the more devastated I felt. The newsletters echoed with desperate, helpless cries.My body shook, nerves firing uncontrollably. I was panicking, heaving, the realization that my parents' deaths had been overlooked, that they never received justice, hitting me like a physical blow."Is this how he calls himself a just leader? Is this how he led the pack?" I whispered, my heart shattering.Suffocation clawed at my throat. I needed space, air. I sho

~Jasmine~I groaned, covering my eyes as the sunlight streamed through the blinds in the living room, stabbing into my skull like sharp needles. My head hurt from all the crying, my body stiff from the restless night of tossing and turning. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, memories of last night clawed at my mind—Mav’s voice, his refusal to believe me, his loyalty to the man who destroyed my family.I sat down heavily on the couch, a dull ache settling in my chest. Mav hadn’t called again. Maybe he’d given up. Maybe he was hurting just as much as I was. Maybe… it didn’t matter. I didn’t want it to matter. That’s what I kept telling myself over and over again.I needed something to occupy my mind, something to drown out and numb the ache.My parents’ research.Grabbing my bag, which was still tossed carelessly on the couch from last night, I settled onto the floor. I pulled out every document I had on the Silvercrack Instrument, my fingers trembling as I flipped through

~Jasmine~Are you certain you can do this?” Rosè asked for the umpteenth time, squeezing my shaking hands. I sighed, nodding. It has already been two days since I left Mav, and it feels like an eternity.“S…sure…” I let out, the words choking in my throat. The truth was, I was scared. Scared of the confrontation. Scared of reality. Scared of acceptance.All my life, I had tuned out my brain, refusing to acknowledge that my parents were gone for good—that there was no way on planet Earth they would come back.So, I avoided it. I tried to live in my own head, pretending it wasn’t real. But standing here now, it was a bitter pill to ingest.I turned around, swallowing hard. We stood in the quiet cemetery, the only sounds coming from the rustling leaves and the distant chirping of birds.The air smelled of damp earth and freshly cut grass. The sky above was dull and gray as if mourning with me. I don’t know if it was psychological, but… the aura… it smelt like death.I pulled the strings

~Jasmine~We stood there in silence, and I glanced at my parent’s final resting place one more time. Today, my chest felt lighter—it was a closure I never knew I needed.“Jasmine…” Rose took a sharp breath, shifting her glistening eyes between me and their graves before asking a question that caught me off guard. “If your parents were to be reincarnated, if you had just one last chance to see them and tell them something… what would it be?”What would it be?I swallowed hard. For a moment, I was speechless, unsure of what to say. It felt like no matter how much time I was given, I would have a lot to express yet no words to say. Just the thought of them standing before me brought tears to my eyes.“If I were to see them right now, I would say…” I inhaled sharply, shutting my eyes tightly as their image formed in my mind. It felt real. In my head, I walked slowly toward them. They looked… peaceful… happy. I tried to reach out, but there was a barrier between us. Even in my thoughts, th