Chapter 3

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Jimin's Pov
I was laying down on my back with my hands behind my head in the uncomfortable bed they provided me with. But it's fine, I'm used to it now.

I was surrounded by the white walls of the isolation ward and the quietness of my own thoughts. I didn't have a cellmate. And I didn't want one either. I was separated from the other inmates. I was always by myself.

As I starred up at the ceiling, I caught a whiff of the most sweetest smell. It was vanilla bean and cinnamon.

My wolf was howling in excitement
'MATE! MATE! MATE!'

I gasped in shock. "No way" I whispered.

But a few seconds after the smell appeared, it started to disappear.

I growled loudly. Was my mate leaving me? I frowned. I would understand though. Who would want a mate in a cell, not to mention an asylum?

I grumbled to myself in frustration. Will I always be lonely?

A few minutes later. I heard small quiet footsteps coming closer. It was my mate's smell.

Would they be disappointed? Would they reject me? It's an almost guaranteed possibility.

My heart pained at the thought of rejection. I definitely wouldn't be able to cope.

The footsteps soon stopped in front of my door.

I looked at the closed door, watching in anticipation. Waiting quietly for the next move.




"H-hello?"

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