(Jasper's POV):
I raised the back of my palm and wiped away Martha's tears.
"It's okay. You don't have to cry," I told her, but she shook her head vigorously.
"How can I not cry? What will happen to me now? Will I die? I have heard stories of werewolves killing humans and drinking their blood," Martha said, trembling next to me.
"No way. Take a look at me. Have I killed you? Did anyone die? Those werewolves are rogues or those who turn feral. You cannot die, okay? The only issue is that the man who slept with you is a strong werewolf. You need to take some pills to flush out whatever you're carrying from him. He's like a Prince in my kingdom—from the werewolf pack I came from. He will never accept you or love you if you happen to conceive his baby. He will reject you because they are p
