Chapter 2
Before I could finish the rite, Jasper s hand clamped over my mouth, his eyes blazing with fury. He looked ready to explode.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he snarled, his grip tightening. “You” d break our bond out of pettiness? Why are you always so childish?”
My ears rang, and something inside me snapped. I shoved him away with everything I had. “Childish?”
A red haze clouded my vision. Hatred–pure, unfiltered. hatred–coursed through my veins. “I’m not the childish one, Jasper. It s ‘you‘ and your pretty little sweetheart!”
“Daphne!” he growled, baring his fangs like he wanted to rip me apart.
I scoffed, pacing the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to rein in my rage. This month had been one long, agonizing wake–up call. I knew I didn’t matter to him. He made that crystal clear when he left me standing alone at the altar. But to have him rub it in my face. like this? It was too much. I could feel it–he‘ d snap my neck if it meant saving Briana. And I was so furious, I couldn’t even cry.
“Get out!” I screamed, the words tearing out of me. “I don‘ t care if you re the next Alpha or the moon goddess herself–get out before I maul you!”
“No.” His voice was cold, and he stood his ground, his Alpha arrogance seeping through. “We‘ re not done here.”
“Oh, we’re done.” I grabbed him by the arm and threw him out. with a strength I didn’t know I had. He looked stunned, his pride wounded. He moved to retaliate, but I slammed the door in his face before he could react.
I stood there, trembling, my back against the door. I waited for him to break it down, but thankfully, he left before things could get even uglier.
Left alone, I couldn’t calm down. The walls of the house seemed to close in, suffocating me. Without thinking, I bolted for the backyard, shifting into my wolf mid–stride, and tore into the woods. I ran blindly, my heart pounding, and lungs burning, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.
What had I done to deserve this fate? Was it so wrong to dream of marrying my destined mate? How could the moon goddess be so cruel?
When I finally came to my senses, the sun was already high in the sky, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold ache in my chest. I looked around, realizing I was lying in the middle of a meadow, surrounded by pansy flowers. I shot up in panic. This wasn’t anywhere near our territory, and I was rolling around, snoring my ass off without a care.
“I’m losing my mind,” I muttered, warily scanning the area. Something felt off in the air, but I couldn’t pinpoint it.
Then I saw him.
A black wolf stepped out from behind a tree, his blue eyes glinting like polished gems in the sunlight. For a moment, I was
stunned–captivated, even. But the realization hit me hard. We were strangers in an unfamiliar land.
I growled low, a warning, though my instincts told me he wasn‘ t a rogue. His movements were too measured, too calm. Still, I couldn’t afford to let my guard down.
To my surprise, he didn’t advance. Instead, he stopped and sat at the edge of the field, his piercing gaze locked on me. His eyes held a quiet intensity that made my heart skip, but he didn’t seem threatening. It threw me off. He just… watched.
But I didn’t wait to find out what he wanted. Without another glance. I turned and ran, retracing my steps through the woods.
“Note to self,” I sighed under my breath, “never go for a run when you‘ re out of your mind.”
By the time I made it back home, I spotted Mom standing on the porch, worry etched onto her face. The moment she saw me emerge from the woods, relief washed over her, and she rushed toward me, pulling me into a tight hug. Her hands ran through my fur, soothing my frayed nerves. Dad quickly followed, bursting out of the house with a blanket. He wrapped it around me just as I shifted back into my human form.
“Honey, we were worried sick. You ve been gone for almost a day! Where on earth have you been?” Mom asked, her voice a mix of relief and concern.
I forced a small, reassuring smile. “Sorry, Mom. I just needed to clear my head. I’m fine, really.”
They both nodded, though I could see the unease still lingering in their eyes. As they led me inside, Dad suddenly said, “Sweetie, you have some guests.”
My heart sank, a wave of dread hitting me. Jasper. Was it him? Had he come back–and worse, brought Briana with him? The thought made my blood run cold. Dad must‘ ve noticed the change in my expression. because he quickly added, “If you don’t want to see them, I’ll send them away.”
But before I could reply, Carmen–Jasper‘ s mom–stepped out of the living room. Her smile was warm, but it didn’t ease the knot forming in my stomach. Behind her was Jasper‘ s brother, Jake, and he looked furious.
“Daphne,” Carmen greeted softly, her eyes filled with something like sympathy.
But all I could focus on was Jake‘ s clenched jaw. Why was he here? What did they want from me now?