~Jasmine~
"I’m... I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to drop the glass."
My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else, someone much younger and much more broken.
One minute, I was a girl trying to figure out why three gorgeous werewolves wanted me, and the next, I was looking at the heirs to the most powerful throne in the werewolf world.
My hands started to shake, a fine, uncontrollable tremor that made the rest of the room seem to vibrate along with me.
I looked down at the shards, and suddenly, I wasn't in a luxury penthouse anymore.
The expensive nature of the room was replaced by the imaginary look of our old cleaning supplies and the cold damp air of my father's basement.
Everything was becoming too much.
It was one thing to be mated to three men. It was another thing entire
