Alpha's Impossible Healer Mate

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“It shouldn’t have happened,” Jasmine thrust her long, manicured fingers through those ebony locks and tugged hard to get this prickly and icky feeling out of her system. She felt like she was drowning in a pool of thick, red blood and no matter how much she tried to get some air in her lungs, couldn’t find her way up. It was all too messed up. And the entire array of events she saw so vividly in her head was messing her up even more.

“What the f**k does that even mean?” Zayden snarled, his entire face contorted so precariously enraged that it fired a shiver down her spine. And that was saying something. Because usually, she couldn’t be bothered to give a f**k about how much she drove him crazy. It was a part of her personality. She thrived on getting on people’s nerves.

“It means that you’re a jackass and you need to care about the feelings of others,” she snapped, her head still spinning, her heart ricocheting underneath her chest. She couldn’t push the resentment and frustration boiling through her blood. She couldn’t help it. But the moment she lifted her head and her gaze captured the sight of a confused Dhara, who clung to Zayden as if she felt the safest in his arms, her eyes softened—heart melted—before she forced herself off the couch and sighed.

“Come here!” Ignoring the fiery glares of the only man present in the room, Jasmine called Dhara over to herself, her voice suddenly as soft as a feather.

When Dhara made no move except tapping her gaze from left to right, probably unsure of everything going on, Jasmine shuffled over to them herself and cupped her cheek gently. She felt the other girl’s jaw ground beneath her palm and a nervous swallow that had her throat bob a little. It was obvious Jasmine had freaked the poor girl out. Her brown eyes had turned so wide with confusion and nervousness that the witch felt her heart break a little.

Deep down, Jasmine knew it was possibly the hangover of the vision driving her to feel those emotions that Dhara must have felt in her last moments. She knew it would take a few more minutes to wear it off completely before she would be back to feeling herself again. But right now, she couldn’t shake off the grief and suffering this girl had endured, which Jasmine assumed to be in her previous life. Although the witch wasn’t that confident. Her vision was a little too vague regarding the timeline. Perhaps later she would find herself in a nice, remote spot and unearth it for herself.

For now, she simply gazed into Dhara’s eyes and c****d her head to the side. “Of course, she has a temper,” Jasmine muttered as if it all made sense now. “She is fierce and audacious. So possessive. When someone even tries to get closer to you; you panic and push them away. You don’t trust anyone with your heart; with your faith. You trust no one but the people you love dearly. And that love, Dhara, what a beautiful, selfless love it is. The kind people envy…and die for…” her words trailed off, warm tears throbbing behind her eyes. “All your life you’ve tucked yourself away from the crowd, with a fear that you’ll put your faith in the hands of the wrong people and they wouldn’t think twice before crushing it underneath their feet. It’s a constant fear that you live in. But you never let it show.”

“You don’t even know why you feel this way, do you?” she asked, her brows knitting, watching as Dhara grew tense at every word that escaped her mouth. “You lost your parents abruptly—possibly an accident— but that doesn’t explain why you have this breakdown when no one’s watching. There is this—” Jasmine could’ve gone on and on with whatever she had concluded from her vision when Dhara broke out of Zayden’s arms.

“Stop!” she cut her off, her chest moving up and going down with heavy breaths. “Please. Not another word.”

Jasmine had no intention to stop. She was determined to spill everything out. She desired to vent these emotions and vibrations coursing deep in her bones. But when Dhara pleaded with her to stop, she couldn’t find it in herself to argue. So she pursed her lips and gave a respectful nod.

Inhaling a quick breath, Dhara hastily flew a hand across her neck and swayed her head. “I’ve had enough of this ridiculousness; what a waste of time? I thought I’ll find some tangible answers to what happened. Perhaps something scientific, you know? Something that made sense and did not make me feel like I’ve gone crazy. But I should have known better. The moment you said witch, I should have bolted off. Stupid mistake. Stupid, stupid of me.”

“Dhara—” Zayden tried, but she cut him off too, leading him to frown and clench his fist tightly.

“I’m not done yet!” She yelled; dark brown eyes intense with irritation. But then something seemed to click inside her head, and Jasmine watched as she braced her expressions. “Actually, I am. I’m done with both of you. And I’m leaving. Don’t even think about stopping me now. And don’t even try to follow me. If you did, I’ll be forced to seek help from the authorities and I’ll be honest with you, when it comes to stalking and harassing a woman, rules have gotten pretty strict these days,” with those words, she spun on her heels and stormed out, disappearing from their sight not so long after.

Jasmine watched as Zayden tried to chase after her.

“Don’t,” she warned him against the massive headache growing in her temples. “Let her go for now.”