Jasmine’s POV
Willa’s painful words kept repeating in my head like a cruel chant.
What if these 5 years have been built on a lie?
A knock on the front door pulled me out of my thoughts and l wipe and stood up to open it.
Fred walked in, he was holding a bag of fresh pastries from the bakery.
"Good morning, Jasmine," he said softly, stepping inside as I moved aside. "I brought some cupcakes for you guys. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine" I said taking the bag from him and placing it on the counter.
"You don't look fine, Jas" he said. "You look like you haven't slept and l just wish you would let ke deal with Garrett. l don't understand what gives him the right to enter my pack without permission."
I looked at him, the man who protected me, gave me a home, and stood by my side for
