How To Lose Your Billionaire Alpha Husband In 365 Days (Or Less)!-Chapter 50: The Only Way?...

JASMINE’S POV

I could barely focus in the car.

Every bump in the road made the pain worse, almost like my bones were buzzing with heat. The seatbelt pressed against my scar, sharp like a knife, and I couldn’t tell if I was sweating or just losing control inside.

Aiden kept one hand on the wheel and the other locked firmly around mine, squeezing every time I whimpered.

He didn’t talk much, and he didn’t need to. His silence was probably due to the fact that he had no idea what to say to stop my pain.

By the time we pulled into the mansion, I was holding myself together by sheer will and the thread of his presence.

Aiden didn’t waste a second. He unbuckled, came around the car, and lifted me like I was made of feathers, not fire.

Inside, the air was cool, but it did nothing to ease the burning under my skin. He carried me straight to the living room and gently laid me down on the couch, his hand instantly brushing my hair off my clammy forehead.

"Hold on," he muttered. "I’m calling her now."

I gripped the pillow like a lifeline, trying not to cry.

He paced once, then raised the phone to his ear. "Alara. We need you. Now."

I couldn’t hear her words, but I heard the urgency that filled Aiden’s voice.

"It’s her scar," he said tightly. "It’s burning. Badly. Something’s wrong."

A pause.

"She accessed a file," he continued. "Her father left a file for her to be given to her. It had a video from her mother. It confirmed everything we suspected. The bloodline. The seal."

Silence followed, heavy and long.

"She wasn’t supposed to know yet," came Alara’s voice finally, this time from the hallway.

I blinked, startled.

She was already there. Aiden lowered the phone just as she strode into the room, moonlight already curling around her palms in threads of silver.

"It’s too early," she repeated, her tone shifting from distant worry to hands-on healer in a heartbeat.

"Well," I croaked from the couch, "I know now."

Alara knelt beside me, her eyes studying my face. "Are you by chance having visions?"

"Yeah. A woman chanting under a blood moon. My mother yelling... ’Hide her.’ And then it stopped."

Alara’s lips thinned. "That’s not good. That seal is reacting. And it’s trying to break." She turned to Aiden. "But it’s not time yet."

"Time?" he echoed. "What do you mean?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"The seal your parents placed wasn’t designed to hold forever," Alara said. "It needed celestial energy, lunar energy. Specifically, a blood moon. That’s when it was meant to dissolve."

"When is that?" Aiden asked.

"Five days," she said grimly. "But something in the vision, something in the information she accessed, it’s destabilising the binding prematurely."

"So, how do we stop this from tearing her apart in the meantime?" His voice was tight, controlled. But barely.

Alara hesitated.

Then she looked at him and said, "I’m afraid, Alpha... you have to go into her mind."

The words lingered in the air. They felt heavy and sharp, almost impossible to comprehend.

I blinked. "What?"

"It’s the only way," she said gently, reaching out to press her hand above my scar. The burn pulsed again, but her touch brought temporary relief.

"The seal is unravelling into pieces. And her subconscious is opening with it. If it goes unchecked... it could flood her all at once. That much memory, that much power, it could rip her apart."

I stared at Aiden, who didn’t even flinch.

"That’s possible?" he asked her.

"Yes. But it’s not without risk. You’ll be tethering to her spirit, her memories. If you lose connection to your own mind, or if she rejects you in the memory space... you could get stuck."

"Stuck?" I whispered. "Like... coma stuck?"

"Worse," Alara said. "It’s not a dream you’ll be entering. It’s the forge where her soul is piecing itself back together."

Aiden dropped to his knees beside the couch, his hand gripping mine. "Would it stop the pain?"

"If you can stabilise the parts trying to break through, yes," she said. "It won’t delay the seal’s ultimate release... but it might stop her from being consumed by it."

I looked at him, heart thundering in my ears. "You’re really willing to go inside my head?"

He smiled, soft and sure. "Jasmine... I’ve been living there for months already."

I choked out a breath, half a laugh, half a sob.

The pain returned, deeper now, like something behind a locked door had found a key and was turning it with force.

Alara reached into her satchel and pulled out a silver talisman, then turned to Aiden. "We don’t have much time. I’ll guide the connection. But once you’re inside... she’s the only one who can show you the way."

He nodded. "What do I do?"

Alara straightened, eyes flicking between us. "We’ll do it through information extraction."

My pulse spiked. "Information extraction?" That sounded like some kind of medieval psychic surgery.

Alara nodded. "His claws, at the base of your neck. That’s the tether point for the soulwalk. It’ll form a direct path into your subconscious."

"What?" I stared at her, then at Aiden. "You’re going to claw into my neck?!"

"It won’t be deep," Alara said gently. "Just enough to connect. It’s the only way for a strong enough bond to hold while you’re both inside."

Aiden turned to me, calm even as my pulse spiked. "I’ll be careful. I promise."

I swallowed hard.

He knelt beside me again, brushing my cheek. "Do you trust me?"

The answer was already there.

"Yes," I whispered.

And then... he leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss that was soft and deep, laced with something tender and grounding. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb sweeping the tears I didn’t realise had returned.

When we parted, his forehead pressed to mine.

"I won’t let you get lost," he murmured.

Alara knelt beside me next, voice gentler now. "Jasmine... I need you to focus. Think about your vision. Let it play, hold onto it. Then reach further—toward the night of the accident. Let the memories guide you."

I nodded slowly.

Then Alara turned to Aiden. "Focus on her heartbeat, Alpha. Let the bond between you two guide your path. Don’t resist where it takes you."

He nodded, lips pressed together.

"Are you ready?" he asked, eyes locked on mine.

I gave a single nod, swallowing hard. "Let’s do it."

Aiden stood and moved behind me. I closed my eyes as I felt him kneel. My heart was pounding, loud and frantic, but I held still.

Then I heard it, the sound of his claws extending with a quiet snick, followed by the scrape of one sharp edge brushing just beneath my hairline.

Then, I felt a sharp pain, as if multiple daggers were sinking into the back of my neck. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but it was overwhelming. I gasped, arching slightly.

It wasn’t just the physical sting; it was the energy. It was raw, ancient, and wild. It poured into me like a river snapping a dam. I didn’t have time to scream.

The room dropped away.

And then everything went white.