And my soul dropped.
> “You disgusting little bitch. You think no one knows about your little secret with your brother? Well, I do. Tick- tock, sweetheart. I’m closer than you think.”
My chest tightened so fast it felt like I’d been punched from the inside. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
My trembling fingers scrolled down, and I gasped audibly when I saw the photo that followed.
It was a clear picture of me and Kester in his office… Kissing. No. Not just kissing…
My lips were passionately on his. His hand threaded into my hair. My eyes shut. His thumb brushed the side of my neck while his other hand was buried beneath my dress.
I clapped a trembling hand over my mouth. The phone slipped from my grasp and landed on the floor with a soft thud.
“No, no, no…” I whispered, curling into myself.
This couldn’t be happening
That night we had been alone in his office. No one had been there except us.
A fresh wave of nausea swept through me, and I clutched my abdomen tightly.
My thoughts scrambled for answers. Who could have taken this?
Karina!
No. She just got back. She’d barely been around. And if it was her, she’d be louder and dramatic. She’d want to confront me to my face.
No- this was someone quieter and smarter. Someone who had more access to us than Katina.
But who?
“No, please,” I whispered, hugging my knees to my chest, rocking slightly with my eyes closed in an attempt to stop the torrent of tears already flooding my face.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even think.
Every worst-case scenario started playing out like a movie behind my eyes… The photos sent to my parents. To the pack leaders. To the Council. To the damn press, maybe.
And then I’d be more than a disgrace.
I’d be executed.
Because no one would believe it was okay.
They’d think it was incest. Perversion. Sin.
And worse?
It actually was… I sat there, crumpled on the couch like a discarded thing, crying my eyes out when my phone buzzed on the floor, and the screen lit up.
Kester.
I didn’t move.
It rang again. I stared at it with red, swollen eyes as if the phone itself was diseased.
Again.
“Kester,” I croaked under my breath, the name tasting like bitterness poison on my tongue. He was the last person I wanted to hear from… The last voice I could stomach right now.
It rang a third time, almost as if it knew I was there. Like the phone knew I was seeing the call and intentionally ignoring it… I reached for the phone with trembling fingers, but my intention was not to answer it. No I wanted to throw it, smash it against the wall, and make it stop.
I was about to fling it off when it lit up again.
But it wasn’t his name this time.
It was just a number.
No contact photo. Just ten digits glowing against the screen
My heart seized, and I froze.
It could be them.
KASMINE
It could be the person behind the message and the photo, Maybe they wanted to tell me more. Rub it in. Demand something.
Or maybe…. maybe I could reason with them. Beg them not to tell.
I hit answer.
“Hello?” My voice was thin and raw, like I’d been screaming for hours.
There was a pause. Then, a woman’s warm voice filtered through
“Miss Kasmine?” She called.
I blinked. “Y-yes?”
“This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?” She asked.
I sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket, torn between relief, worry, and disinterest. I rubbed at my face with the heel of my palm, smearing cold tears across my cheek. My eyes were still sore from crying, and my lungs were too tight like they didn’t trust the air around me anymore.
I had begged her the other day I met her at the mall to please let me in on anything she thought I should know about Kester.
I’d even bought her a dress, a stunning blush pink one with soft satin folds and a cinched waist. It was too expensive for a stranger, too generous for someone I barely knew. But I hadn’t cared. Desperation has a way of making you reckless with money, with trust, with yourself,
“Uh… Yes, Melissa. I remember,” I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. My voice sounded like I’d been swallowing gravel.
This might be important, yes, but my guts tell me that whatever she might have to say might just add to my trauma at the moment.
But I guess curiosity was a bitch.
“I just…” she hesitated, her words fully clothed in doubt. “remembered what you asked me. That day.
You said if I ever saw or heard anything about Alpha Kester’s past therapy, I should tell you,”
My heart thudded like it knew exactly where this was going and didn’t want to go there.
“Yeah I breathed. “I remember.”
Melissa was quiet again for a second. Then she dove in. the mall.
“Well, I took a look. Went through the logs, the archives. I had to go off-system for some of the older records. I wasn’t sure what you were hoping to find, but I thought you should know that…” She paused. I could hear her clicking something in the background. “According to all his files, his evaluation sessions were completed. He passed every test.”
I frowned. “What kind of tests?”
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