If only she knew the extent I was willing to go to not only spoil Kasmine but to ruin her….
“Just get everything ready. She’ll be here for the transitioning.” I kissed her cheek and walked out the door into the garage.
I slid into the driver’s seat, exhaled, and pulled out my phone.
Time to call Norlan… It was time to set the final piece in motion. Time to bring that smug bastard, Jaden, to his knees.
But just before I tapped his name, something else caught my eye.
An email.
No subject. Encrypted address. No preview text.
What the fuck?
My brows drew together.
Something about it screamed wrong.
I tapped it open anyway-because I had nothing to hide and nothing to fear.
I quickly clicked on the email and opened it. I know nothing startled me, but I swear, what I saw here sent ice straight down my spine.
It was a video.
Kasmine was leaning over a sink in a convenience, being fucked into oblivion.
And who was fucking her?
It was no other person but me.
Fuck
The angle… the lighting… everything. It was my engagement night.
My heart didn’t race. It roared.
Someone had taken a video of us. How the fuck didn’t I notice this? I replayed every second of that night in my mind, scanning for cameras, reflections-anything. But there had been no sign of anyone being around or even outside the door when we were in there.
And under the video was a message.
“Be careful of the choices you make. They might come back to haunt you.”
I clenched my jaw until pain shot up the side of my head.
This wasn’t just a threat.
It was a warning and a trap, also.
Someone was watching and waiting.
And they knew exactly where and when to strike.
Fuck it.
KASMINE
I swear I had no idea how to navigate my life at this point. I stared blankly at my phone, my eyes dry from too much scrolling, too many tabs open, and a lot of funny search history
Do women die from abortion?
What are the chances of dying during an abortion?
Is childbirth easy?
Pregnancy symptoms and how to live through them for nine months.
How to run away while pregnant.
Can shame kill you before labor does? not just in the browser, but in my mind.
I couldn’t tell if I was more afraid of the answers or the fact that I was even asking them. Every question felt like a war drum against my chest.
I was stuck between two impossible roads – risking my life to get rid of it and actually keeping it but running far away from the pack to a place where no one knew me, where no one would look at me and call me a disgrace. Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it?
An abomination. A secret sin growing inside me.
My parents would never recover from this. The pack would shame me until I wished for death.
And my friends?
No.
I couldn’t face them.
I stared blankly at the TV, which had been showing a news station for hours now without the volume. I was totally uninterested in whatever was being said or shown, but images on the screen made me feel a bit safe, almost like a reassurance that I wasn’t home alone.
Claire had been nothing short of amazing since I came here to stay with her. Thank God her parents have been away on a vacation. It’s their anniversary, and they sure knew how to celebrate it.
Although she’s been begging me to tell her what’s wrong with me, and I’ve refused, she’s been taking care of me nonetheless.
She saw the haunted look in my eyes, the sudden nausea, the way I’d stare off into space like I was trying to crawl out of my own skin.
And though I said nothing, she still made me tea. Held my hair back when I threw up. Gave me her silence instead of pressure
She was the kind of safe I didn’t think existed anymore.
My long-awaited birthday was in a few hours. By tomorrow night, I should get my wolf… My companion. I couldn’t wait to meet her. I hoped she’d be strong. Kind. Beautiful. Pierce. Everything I didn’t feel like right now. I needed her. I could really use a close companion at this point in my life.
Claire had decided to go and help Mum out with the preparation for tomorrow. Mum had called and texted and said all manner of threats to me, asking me to come home and, at least, join them in the preparation, but I didn’t reply. So Claire had to go in my stead.
She told me not to worry that she’d cover for me. She made me promise her that I’d rest.
But how do you rest when your world is slowly caving in around you?
When your body feels like a stranger’s?
I hadn’t moved in hours. Just curled up sideways on the couch, a blanket bunched near my waist.
My phone screen lit up against the dimming room, its glow stabbing through the semi-dark room. I blinked, then slowly reached over, arm sluggish as if my bones had turned to syrup.
I expected a check-in from Claire. Or maybe one last guilt-tripping paragraph from Mum, warning me about the sanctity” of tomorrow. But what I saw wasn’t either of those.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
I hesitated. My thumb hovered over the screen. Something about it made my heart twitch. I didn’t know why.
I opened the message.
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