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“La, please,” Jasmine said, not even bothering to lift her head.

I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head. This was my life now—a whirlwind of chaos, cravings, and unsolicitedmentary from La. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Over the next few days, things didn’t calm down. If anything, they escted. One morning, Jasmine woke me at dawn, insisting she needed strawberries—fresh ones, in the middle of winter. I tried exining the impossibility of her request, but her teary-eyed plea broke me. I found myself calling in favors to have a shipment of fresh fruit delivered from the next pack over.fn2782 This update is avable on find?novel/fn2782

Then there was the incident with the peanut butter, pickles, and marshmallows. She had insisted onbining them into some horrifying concoction that even La refused to mock out loud, for fear of making Jasmine cry.

“You’re spoiling her,” La said one evening as I sat on the couch, massaging Jasmine’s feet while she lounged like a queen.

“Of course I am,” I replied simply.

La rolled her eyes. “You’re going to regret that when she starts asking for diamond-studded potato chips or something.”

“I think I’d prefer those to the peanut butter-pickle-marshmallow abomination from yesterday,” I muttered, earning a softugh from Jasmine.

“You love it,” she teased, her voice light and yful.

I looked up, meeting her gaze. “I love you,” I said, my voice low but firm.

Her teasing smile softened, and she reached out, threading her fingers through mine. “I love you too,” she said, her voice quiet but sincere.

Moments like these reminded me why I would do anything for her. She wasn’t just my mate—she was my home, my anchor, the one thing that kept me grounded no matter how chaotic life became.

The moment was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Kade stepped in without waiting for an invitation, his face set in a serious expression. “Ryder, we’ve got a—” He stopped mid-sentence when his eyesnded on Jasmine and me. “Is this a bad time?”

I nced at Jasmine, who had sat up, her curiosity clearly piqued. She tilted her head, giving Kade a look that said she was waiting for an exnation.

I sighed. “What is it, Kade?”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking between us. “It’s about patrols,” he said finally, though I could tell there was more to it.

Jasmine waved her hand dismissively. “Go handle your Alpha stuff, Ryder. I’ll be fine here.”

I hesitated, reluctant to leave her, but she gave me a reassuring smile. “Go,” she said softly. “I’ll still be here when you’re done.”

I was reminded again why I would do anything for her. Jasmine wasn’t just my mate—she was my everything.

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