Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 330:

There’s just something about her I still can’t grasp. I could have killed her… But what the hell is holding me back?

The second I’m out, Kade is there waiting for me. He looks cautious, his expression careful, like he knows I’m a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.

“Ryder,” he says, holding out a folded piece of paper. “This just came in.”

I snatch it from his hand, my eyes scanning the contents. My heart fucking stops.

Is this real? I hold the paper like it’s an answer to my prayers. Maybe it fucking is.

The Viper pack is hosting a welcome party. For their daughter.

For Jasmine.

For my mate.

My fingers tighten around the paper, crumpling it slightly as a spark of something dark and determined flares in my chest.

“This is our chance to see her finally,” Ace leapt inside me. This is the first time he’s spoken to me since I refused his option of tearing down the Viper walls to get my mate back.

This is it. This is my chance. Our chance.

She might have shut me out, might have blocked me from her life, but she can’t stop me from showing up.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes. Get everything ready—I’ll get dressed as soon as I damn well can,” I snapped at Kade, my voice sharp with urgency. But the look he shot back at me stopped me dead in my tracks.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? I wanted to ignore it, let it slide, but his words hit me like a slap.

“Your hair is a fucking mess, Alpha,” he said bluntly, his tone far too casual for my liking. “And let’s not even get started on the rest of you. You’ve got dark circles that could scare a ghost, your beard looks like you’ve been lost in the woods for a month, and you just look like shit overall. Ten minutes isn’t going to cut it—not even close. Hell, you’ll need a fucking miracle to look presentable. I’m calling the royal barber right now.”

𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 at 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Jasmine POV

Don’t judge me. I have every right to be angry.

Three fucking days.

That’s how long I’ve been away from Ryder. Three days of trying to convince myself I didn’t need him, that I didn’t crave him like air.

Three days of silence. Three days of unanswered calls, messages, and a steady stream of “Come on, Jasmine, just talk to me” voicemails from Ryder. And yeah, I ignored every single damn one.

Because he was just another betrayer. The sting of it was worse than anything I’d ever known. Worse than broken bones, worse than losing a fight, worse than realizing your favorite boots were never coming back from the mudslide of the century.

Three days of bonding with my family—my real family—while simultaneously wanting to throw something at the wall every time my phone buzzed. I’d spent years not knowing them, not knowing who I was.

I sat on the edge of my bed, glaring at the sleek black dress my mother had picked out for the party tonight. It wasn’t just any party—it was my welcome party.

“You’ll look stunning in it, darling,” my mother said, her tone dripping with pride.

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