Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 254:

“I’d rather fight this need forever than lose you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She blinked, tears shining in her eyes. Her hand reached out, fingers trembling, and brushed against my cheek. The warmth of her touch was a brand, burning straight through me.

“Ryder,” she said softly, her voice breaking. “We’ll figure this out. We have to.”

I closed my eyes, leaning into her touch. For a moment, I let myself forget the danger. Forget the poison. Forget everything except the girl in front of me who held my heart in her hands.

“I hope you’re right,” I murmured.

Because the longer this went on, the harder it was to hold back. And I didn’t know how much longer I could keep the beast inside me chained.

Jasmine’s POV

No one knows how I feel.

Not really.

I sit here, staring at Ryder—the man I love, the man I chose—and my heart twists painfully. He’s so close, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. His eyes are dark with longing, his jaw tight with restraint. He wants to hold me, to claim me, and I can feel it as clearly as the air in my lungs.noveldrama

But instead of reaching for him, instead of leaning into his comfort, my mind is trapped somewhere else. In the shadows. In his shadows.

Jason.

Even the thought of his name makes my stomach turn. That demon, that monster who took pieces of my soul and left me hollow. It’s like he’s still there, buried deep inside me, his twisted presence poisoning every thought, every feeling.

I don’t want to feel this connection to Jason. It’s like chains wrapped around my mind, my body, pulling me back into that darkness. I know Ryder is here, that he’s real. He’s safety and warmth, the steady presence that used to ground me. But no matter how hard I try to break free, Jason’s grip lingers, whispering that I’ll never escape him.

I close my eyes, trying to shove the memories away, but they cling to me like shadows I can’t outrun. His voice, his touch—the things he did—they haunt me. Even now, when I should be safe. When I should be whole.

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I want to forget. God, I want to forget so badly.

My hands tremble, my chest tight with the weight of it all. The shame, the anger, the fear—it’s a storm inside me, and I can’t control it. I feel dirty, tainted. Like I’ll never be the same again.

And then there’s Ryder. His eyes are filled with so much love and guilt that it makes my heart ache. I know he blames himself. I wish he wouldn’t, but what can I say when I’m barely holding myself together?

I want his comfort. I want him to wrap his arms around me, to pull me so close that there’s no space between us. I want to feel like I’m his again, like this is my reality and not the nightmare that keeps pulling me under. I want him to touch me, to remind me that I’m alive, that Jason doesn’t own me.

I want Ryder to make me feel clean.

The heat rises in my cheeks as the thought crosses my mind. I crave his hands on me, his lips, his body pressed against mine. I want him to erase the memories that haunt me, to fill every dark corner of my mind with him. I want to drown in his love, to let him claim me so fully that there’s no room left for Jason’s poison.

But I can’t ask him for that.

Because even though my heart screams for Ryder, my body still shivers with the ghost of Jason’s touch. And that makes me feel broken. How could I ask Ryder to hold me when I’m afraid that Jason’s shadow is still wrapped around me?

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