Chapter 28
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Felt up fully, esinging my legs oves the age of the bed. “Can’t just stay here forever? I mumble, rubbing my eyes. “You won’t even notice Fm here, I’ll just hide in the comer and only Brusthe every either hour.”
Jasmine lets out a short, amused laugh “Unfortunately, no. This is my secret place. And I still need my privacy. But… your’re welcome to crash here anytime your mental health decides to jump off a cliff”
blink at her, then chuckle despite myself. It’s probably the kindest offer I’ve had in a long time. But the moment doesn’t last. The thought of going back there… to him… makes my stomach twist.
feel heat crawl up my neck as the memories slam into me over and over again—Jack’s mouth on my skin, his hands claiming every inch of me like he had every right because I belonged to him. His voice in my ear, whispering things that turned my insides to fire. I swear I can still feel his fingers in me.
And the shameless part?
I still want more. Not just his touch. Not just his hands. I want him fully–inside me, over and over–until I come undone, until I see stars and forget my
own name.
I clench my fists in my lap, furious with myself.
Fuck, this isn’t me.
How am I supposed to look him in the eye now, knowing how much I still crave him? Knowing that I want more. That I want all of him.
But I can’t let him think that just because I gave in to the bond once, it means something. That I’ve changed my mind. That I’ve accepted the mate bond between us.
I haven’t. I can’t.
We’re not together. I’m still going to reject him. I just… forgot for a moment. A long, hot, shameless moment.
“Why is your face so red?” Jasmine asks, raising an eyebrow. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
My eyes widen. “Nothing!”
She raises a brow, smirking, but doesn’t push. Instead, she turns and walks away, her silence oddly comforting.
She knows.
She definitely smelled what happened between Jack and me in her sacred little tree house–but she doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t judge me. I follow her out of the tree house in silence, grateful beyond words for her restraint.
The forest is quiet around us, birds chirping lazily, sunlight filtering through the trees in golden beams. It’s peaceful. Too peaceful.
But instead of heading toward the cell I had been thrown into, Jasmine veers left, taking a path I’ve never seen before. I frown. “Wait… this isn’t the way back. Where are we going?”
She glances over her shoulder. “Jack’s house.”
I stumble over a root, catching myself just in time. “What?”
“My brother said if you woke up, I should take you to his house,” she says casually, as if she hasn’t just dropped a bomb on me. “I guess you’re moving in with him.”
I stop walking completely. “I’m not moving in with him.”
Jasmine blinks, clearly surprised. “You’re not? I thought… aren’t you two on good terms now? Haven’t you accepted the bond?”
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Eventually, us reach axial clearing, and come to a halt.
There’s a house. Not a grand pack mansion or some intimidating Alpha estate. Just… a medium–sized, beautifully built home. Cory Warm. Like this kind of place someone might raise a family
“We’re here.” Jasmine says simply
My brows knit together. This is Jack’s place?”
Noticing my confusion, Jasmine lets out a quiet laugh. “This isn’t his main house. He has a mansion, yes–but he built this one because he wanted something simpler. A quiet, private space for his mate. A place to start a life together,”
My heart skips a beat.
“But it didn’t work out,” she adds, her voice softer now. “At least not back then. Thankfully… you’re here.”
Her words hit harder than I expected. His mate. His first mate.
I’m only the second chance… the second choice.
Suddenly, I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to picture her walking through this house. I don’t want to imagine him with her. Not here. Not in this space he built for her.
I stay silent, mostly because I’m too busy trying to relax my clenched fists. Why am I even jealous? I don’t care who he built this place for. It doesn’t mean anything
…Right?
Jasmine smiles knowingly, like she can see right through me. “He should be here any minute. You can go inside.”
And just like that, she leaves me standing alone on the porch.
I stare at the front door for a long second before sighing and stepping inside.
The house smells like cedarwood and a faint hint of citrus–clean, but lived in. I wander slowly, trailing my fingers along the edge of the furniture. The space is warm–toned and tidy… but there’s a subtle emptiness to it. Like something’s missing.
It needs color. Personality. A woman’s touch.
But not mine.
I won’t be here long.
I whisper the words like a warning to myself. I’m not the woman. I’m not staying.
I step into the bedroom–and freeze.
It’s spacious. The bed is enormous, draped in dark blue sheets that look dangerously comfortable, like they were made to trap heat. I walk to the edge
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