Chapter 3
Jasmine's P.O.V.
I reached the pack house at exactly dusk, the darkness would be able to shield me from all the guards.
"This is a stupid idea, Jasmine." My mind keeps telling me, but I'm not wired for rationality when I'm angry, and the fact that he could just take my dad's life like it was nothing took the remaining clearheaded thought out the window.
Since we literally grew up together, I knew the pack house like the back of my palm, every corridor, every room, including Andre's. I hesitated outside Rosita's room contemplating if I should confront her, but I changed my mind at the last minute. That could wait for another time.
I climbed through Andre's window and slip into his room, letting my eyes sweep over the place. Everything was grey and black, the decorations, the paintings. Each detail screams danger, I walked in anyway. His bed rested beside another open window. Everyone of the windows were wide open, illuminating his room faintly.
His sleeping form lay, backing me. I glanced down at the blade in my hand, my knuckles had gone white from gripping it so tightly.
So he could sleep after destroying my family. I force myself to relax the hold on the blade I loosened the grip and whispered. " There's no going back. t
This is my only chance." Then I crept toward him with a blade raised to his heart
Just two steps away, some invisible force pulled my soul to the figure, and I burned within. Cold sweats formed on my head. My brows furrowed.
My body is reacting weirdly to an unknown force. I took deep breaths and kept moving forward, toward him, ignoring the burning sensation I was feeling.
Now facing him, I was taken aback by the devastatingly handsome face that clouded my view. It's been five years since I last saw him, he had left New Orleans for studies.
Firm sensual lips, straight blade nose, chiseled cheekbones and a lock of thick collar- length hair that brushed across his forehead. He was built for sin.
I gawked at him for an extended period of time, savoring it in my mind. His sleeping figure exudes an intimidating cruel energy, and the burning sensation I felt a while ago multiplied tenfold. I could feel my skin burning with that unknown sensation. The mate bond!
I'm not the only one feeling the mate bond, he is also feeling it, but he pretends to be asleep. "Run! Get out of here," my frightened brain screamed. I instinctively took a step backwards, and another step, but before I could make that step, I was pounced on by the already awake Andre.
He was never asleep, he knew I'd be coming to his room. He knew every move I was going to make even before I made them, and I fell right into his trap.
We fell on the bed, and he planted his forearm above my head. His hand aside my face effectively caged me, and his legs straddled mine in place.
My view was covered with a strong, perfectly carved face. I bet Michelangelo wouldn't be able to sculpt something this perfect. His face was shadowed with disapproval, forming creases of furrowed brows.
My gaze rested on his eyes. I'd never seen eyes like this before, his eyes were, "mesmerizing." A dark ring around his green pupils, they were the kind of eyes that would draw you in and lure you to your doom. We were so close I could smell his perfume, it wafted my nostrils - something spicy and.....
A frown replaced the dazed expression on my face.
The fact that I noticed those stupid details about him instead of piercing his heart with my blade pissed me off.
His gaze rested on my lips before it moved to my eyes.
"Hello kitten" he said languidly with a devilish grin.
His voice sent goosebumps across my skin as his breaths fanned my face. This is not a good sign.
I reached out for my blade underneath my thigh; I was lying right on top of it. Like he could read my moves again, he shoved his knees deep into my thighs and smirked, still holding his gaze. I could almost feel my bones cracking.
I suck in harsh breaths as the pain hits my thigh.
"Is this how you welcome your new Alpha, Jasmine?" He asked in a deep baritone voice with mischievousness dangling in his eyes.
"Release me, and I'll give you the warmest welcome of all time."I replied sarcastically as bile coated my throat. The urge to throw up on his fucking face gave me a satisfying relief as I visualized it, but I held it back.
"I think we both know you are not leaving this room alive, so you can end your fantasies," he said coldly before he lifted my thigh roughly with one swift move, removing the blade underneath it. His touch is rough, making me shudder, and the sensation arrowed to my arousal, igniting it in the process.
What is wrong with my body? I shouldn't be feeling this. The fucking mate bond was enough mistake already.
He took the blade and threw it at the corner of the room before facing me again with a gaze as cold as Antarctica.
I squirmed, trying to adjust my position.If I'm going to die, I might as well do it comfortably.
Something flickered in his eyes as I continued wriggling.
"Stop moving!" He said gruffly, holding me in place. The heat from his hands seared deep into my bones. I could literally feel the warmness between my thighs. I gulped hard and licked my dried lips. He's not even trying, for fuck sake. Why the hell is my body reacting this way?
His eyes darkened, and his gaze moved to my lips, lingering there, burned with lust. I could feel he was resisting too; his bulge poking my thigh was evidence enough that he wanted me. The mate bond was gone, but this bond between us, I definitely don't want to give it a fucking name, and the most painful part is, my wolf also wants him too.
As much as i despised to admit it, mother had been right. I don't think rationally. This is where all my impetuousness has landed me, pinned beneath my enemy's aroused body. I sighed angrily.
The intense sensation hits me again, my body was burning once more, but this time, it was stronger. Goosebumps covered my entire skin. The primal bond between us roared to life, arousing both of us in the process.
I was trying to process what was happening to me when suddenly Andre crushed his lips against mine.