Jasmine's POV
On the day of my 18th birthday, Alpha John told me to clean the packhouse. He was giving his son Oliver the alpha throne and was inviting the most powerful alphas from around the world to attend. I did as he asked and prepared a huge feast. The task left me incredibly busy for the whole day, while also trying to ignore the insults thrown at me from the pack. I was exhausted by the time I came back to my hut. There was a note on my bed.
Jasmine,
I knew they would work you to death. My mom had a dress made for you. Come over so we can get dressed together.
— Sabrina
I hadn't even considered going to the celebration, but wolf law required every wolf in the pack to attend, no matter their rank. I grabbed some underclothes and ran over to Sabrina's house.
"About time. You do
