179. Respect
Chey’s POV I don’t like being cruel, but I have to show my strength, so I don’t release Jasmine until her lips start to turn blue. She collapses in a heap at my feet, choking and gasping for air while I crouch to better meet her eyes. “How old is he?” I ask, fully anticipating another lie, and another round of strangulation, but Jasmine isn’t as hard as she pretends to be, and I think my first warning was more than enough. “Please Alpha Chey. The deal is that mom and dad have to reject one another after they’ve had a son. I don’t want them to hurt. I don’t want them to be alone. If anyone finds out, they’ll take matters into their own hands.” “Hey…” I open my arms to the girl who looks at me skeptically. I don’t blame her for not wanting to embrace me, but right now, I’m not the ‘ready
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