JASMINE'S POV
"Jasmine... I'm a werewolf. And you're not just my wife… you're my fated mate."
At first, the words felt strange and confusing, like they were coming from underwater, foreign and hard to grasp.
Werewolf.
Mate.
Fated.
I stared at him, my heart pounding so hard it hurt.
He stayed crouched there, completely still, letting me process the brutal reality he had just dropped on my head.
"Jas?" Aiden said carefully, his hand moving toward me slowly.
I flinched hard, pressing myself back into the wall like I could disappear into it.
He froze, hand dropping immediately.
"I'm sorry," he said in a raw voice. "I couldn't tell you because—"
"Don't," I whispered.
His brows furrowed. "Jas, please—"
"I said don't!" My voice cracked, higher this time, trembling under the weight of panic I couldn't control. "Don't say anything to me. Just—leave."
The betrayal churned in my stomach, sick and hot.
