How To Lose Your Billionaire Alpha Husband In 365 Days (Or Less)!-Chapter 49: So I’m a Werewolf?...

"If you’re watching this, Jazz... that means we’re probably gone."

My chest tightened instantly.

"I didn’t want this," she said. "Gods, if I could’ve changed any of it, I would’ve. But there are things about you—about who you are—that even you don’t know yet."

She paused, eyes flicking away from the camera for a moment. She was shaking, just a little, trying not to cry.

I was shaking too.

"First off," she sniffed. "You... aren’t human," she chuckled dryly, trying to make it sound less crazy. "You’re a werewolf."

My breath hitched.

"I know it might sound crazy, but it’s actually true. Your dad and I are werewolves. While he’s the Dark Alpha of his pack, the Ravenclaw Wolf Pack, I’m the High Priestess of a rival pack, the Silverline Wolf Pack.

"Our matebond and union were greatly disputed, but we went ahead and got married. Then you came along...

"Apart from the powers in your two distinct bloodlines, you were born during the lunar alignment," she continued, "and that made you different. Special. I don’t mean that in a ’you’re my baby’ way. I mean it literally. You were marked. Not by fate... but by blood."

My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk.

"I knew it," I whispered.

My mother kept speaking, and her voice—fragile and fierce at the same time—tore right through me.

"I know this doesn’t make sense now, but the scar you carry... it’s not just a scar. It’s a seal. We had to do it. To keep you safe. Your father and I... we didn’t want to. But we had no choice."

She looked away again. This time, she didn’t come back right away. I could hear her breathing, like she was trying to get it under control.

"I’m sorry we never told you the truth. I wanted to. I tried. But there were eyes everywhere. People who would’ve hurt you just for knowing."

The screen flickered slightly. Static pulsed along the bottom edge.

Aiden reached for my hand and then laced our fingers together.

I didn’t even realise I’d started crying until I blinked.

On the screen, my mother leaned forward, closer to the lens.

"There’s more you need to know about what you are, where your bloodline comes from, and what’s going to happen if the seal ever breaks. But first, you need to remember this."

She opened her mouth again, lips parting... and the video cut to black.

I tried checking if there was a continuation or if something was wrong with the drive, but that was it. Just a single recording, just enough to change everything I thought I knew.

Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of pain. It felt like fire shooting through me. My scar ached fiercely, causing me to bend over. Aiden reached for me immediately. "Jasmine!" he called out.

"I’m okay," I gasped. "Just... just give me a second."

My scar burned again.

I clutched my collarbone, breath hitching as a flash of pain split my vision—

A woman under a blood moon, chanting in a language I couldn’t understand. My mother’s voice. Screaming.

"Hide her! NOW!"

Then silence.

My chest heaved as the vision faded, and I slumped back in my chair. Cold sweat beaded along my spine. My collarbone burned like fire was clawing its way out from under my skin.

"Jasmine!" Aiden’s voice was sharp, panic flaring in his eyes as he caught me before I slipped off the chair. "Talk to me—are you okay?"

I blinked. The room spun. "Yeah... yeah, I’m fine. I just... just... give me a second."

My hand clutched the scar, now searing like it was lit from within. I bit my lips as I tried to hold back, to bear it in.

Then I looked at him. "Aiden, is it true?"

His brows drew together. "What?"

"What she said. My mother. About what I am." My voice trembled. "Is it true? Am I... like you?"

Aiden didn’t answer immediately.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes flicked to the laptop like it might offer an escape. But then he sighed and sat beside me, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face.

"Alara had her doubts," he said softly. "But without solid evidence or anything clear to show you, we didn’t want to spook you until we had some real answers."

"So you knew something?" My voice rose, sharp and cracking. "You knew and you didn’t say anything?"

"We didn’t know for sure," he repeated. "We thought maybe you had a dormant gene, or you came from a long-diluted bloodline. But if your parents were who they say they were... Jasmine, this changes everything."

I swallowed hard. "So I’m a werewolf."

"By blood? Yes. But..." He trailed off.

"But I’ve never shifted. I don’t feel anything. How could I not know?" I clutched at my collarbone again, wincing. "And why now?"

"I don’t know," he said gently. "But that seal, whatever it did, it blocked more than just memories."

Suddenly, the pain in my scar sharpened. I yelped and doubled over again, the burn travelling down my left arm like molten lightning.

"Alright," Aiden said firmly, lifting me to my feet. "We’re not staying here. We’re going home. I’m calling Alara."

He helped me gather my things, wrapping his coat around my shoulders even though it was warm. My legs shook, but he never let go of me. His presence was grounding, like a tether keeping me from floating into chaos.

"Can you walk?"

I tried to, but another spike of heat tore through me, making me cry out and drop to my knees.

He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, one arm under my knees, the other cradling my back. His warmth radiated through me like a shield as we moved out of the office and down to the car.

The staff averted their eyes again, this time not out of shame, but fear, like they could feel something was wrong.

And maybe something was.