Semua Bab After I Died, My Ex-mate Begged for My Mercy: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ASHLEYJason closed the gap between us, and I could see the fury slowly pushing its way into his darkened eyes. He touched the bracelet in his hand, yanking it off.My heart dropped the moment it hit the ground.“You can’t mean that…” I gasped as he tightened his hand around my wrist.“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” He barked. “This is another manipulation of yours, and you know what, the goddess saved me today from your evil deeds.”“It must be a misunderstanding, Jason, and I'll never use witchcraft on you. I am not even a witch and can't cast a single spell to save my life!”“You fucking liar. I knew you'd react this way, but I am not stupid.”“You're not stupid,” I assured him. Breathing in and out to calm my raging nerves, I touched his shoulder to calm him, but he flinched away from my touch.His eyes met mine with disgust, and that almost killed me. Jason had never looked at me in such a manner, let alone harbour it.“She indeed has bewitched you,” Maria sauntered to

ASHLEYMy mother was the first to break the silence.“Oh, Ashley,” she burst into tears. “What happened to you?” She whispered, reaching to touch me once more, but I pulled away before she could.She didn't know what happened, or she was just faking it and pretending to be pitiful about my condition? After all, they had made the order along with Jason to punish me for a crime I didn't commit.I glanced at my father, who hadn't said anything. The shock was still present on his face. This might be the best reaction I've been getting from him in a while.“You know what happens in the slave barracks, you sent me there,” my eyes locked on my father. “I didn't go there to have a fabulous vacation.”I wanted to be sarcastic, but the crack in my voice at the end didn't make it come off that way. “I might be the beta, but I never made any order for you to be punished or even branded in this manner, leaving you riddled with scars!” My father denied.Even as the alpha was in charge of the whol

JASONBlood rushed to my head at once.My heart throbbed, pounding in my ribcage and threatening to burst out of my chest. I gripped it, my gaze locked on Ashley.She just rejected me.She wasn't my mate.The bond I felt with her wasn't real. But why do I think bond from the rejection? Why do I feel something snapping inside of me…pain…threatening to swallow me whole?Zack, my wolf, wasn't helping matters.“You need to get her back. She can't just leave like that. You need to apologize!”I tried to ignore Zack’s voice, but it was almost impossible to do, seeing as it was the only thing I could hear at the moment, plus the howls from the wind. Or maybe it was my thoughts that were just swirling around. Haphazardly.“Why should I be the one to apologize to her?” I fucking did nothing wrong. She was the one at fault here.She had tried to forge a fake mate bond with me. That alone was a grave offense on its own, much less what she had done to Maria.She had almost killed her but had refu

ASHLEY“Ouch!” I hissed, pulling a needle from the shirt I was sorting. Another one. Blood welled at the tip of my finger, and I sucked it clean with a sigh.This wasn't the first time needles would be pricking me, and I didn't think it would be the last time either. Ever since I returned to the slave barracks, it was from one situation to another.Although no one had openly bullied me, I mean, Rachel was dead. She was my biggest bully, and no one had dared try to hit me, push me, or even set a trap for me in the open; it was all done behind closed doors.That was far worse.Needles in clothes that I often had to wash, while my friend, Kelly, was assigned even extra dirty chores. Like cleaning the latrines filled with a week old excrement, doing things not even other slaves were made to do.None of our situations was any better. Still, we endured. Together. We helped each other where we could.But today pushed the limit.“The Luna’s dress is ruined,” her maid barked. “The pearls on th

ASHLEYI arrived home just as the sky darkened. My father was the first to meet.His stern gaze was on me. “This is almost nighttime. You clearly were told to come here when the sunset starts. Were you not? You are not a princess of this household and should stop acting like one.” He berated me.“I was told when the sun—”“She probably just lost track of time,” Maria cut in gently, placing a calming hand on our father’s arm. “No need to be upset.”“She probably just lost track of time,” Maria interrupted smoothly, walking in with that same polished grace. Her voice was honeyed, her eyes wide with practiced concern. She even placed a calming hand on Father’s arm, the perfect little peacemaker.But I caught the flicker of satisfaction in her smile—the faint curve at the corner of her mouth that she tried to hide. She’d planned this. Told me the wrong time on purpose.I clenched my jaw and looked away. I had come prepared to explain, to defend myself—but what was the point? It would only