POV: JASMINE
My stomach twisted violently.
I swallowed hard, slowly trying to push myself off of him, but he held me firmly, still maintaining his smirk.
"You can't run from it, Mine," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from his tone.
"There's no way in hell I'm bound to you, Alaric!" I breathed, rage curling hot in my gut. "Why didn't you stop me? Why did you make me bite you? Why did you bite me back?! I sobbed, "Alaric. You are my brother!"
His smirk was a brand, burning itself into my memory.
"You wanted it just as much as I did," he said simply.
I wished I could wipe off that smug look he had on his face. He looked satisfied and accomplished.
"I want to take it back," I choked out. "I… I don't want this to undo this was to pray my birthday comes faster,
"Gods, I sounded stupid, knowing that the only way
"You don't get to take that back, Jasmine. You don't get to claim me and still think you have a choice."
