Jasmine

⚠Warning⚠ 18+
This romance story contains mature intentions and smut scenes throughout the whole story. Discretion is advised.

Don't blame me if you get hit by your parents.. 🌹🌹🌹

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Published: 23 October 2025, Thursday.
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Jasmine Angeléschu.

A name given by her mother as it all started with an addiction of sipping a warm cup of Jasmine tea in the morning. It suddenly lit her alight and it's her thing now. So she named her Jasmine, meaning her silver and blue eyes. Inherited from herself sounds like a good thing to name her werewolf daughter.

Every year, during the Autumn season where the trees are green instead of maple, there will be a gathering of the wolf population designated to new adult wolves aged from eighteen to twenty three. That's the only age they will allow to participate. The older, the better. It is a time when wolves go to hunt for their longlife mates in the forest, called the MoonFlower Phase.

In honor of the bluest moonflower to ever bloom, being able to be the strongest flower alive and heal the wolves from the poisonous wolfsbane, they name this phase-- the Moonflower Phase. Derived from the land that once they grew out and bloomed.

Since adolescence til' adulthood, he's been on his hunt ever since the beginning --- watching over her and lurking in her shadow ever since she was three years old. Nobody knows he's the CEO of a very powerful fashion company around the globe: or that they are the same age.

Jasmine has delayed her years long enough, entering at the age of 23. Because she thinks that no one is suitable to marry, having an idea that marrying a human or a vampire is a 'much' better choice.

'Why is she even born in this pack?' She asks to herself.

Now that the day has arrived, he's got only one thing on his mind.
: To capture Jasmine and make her his own. All to himself.
And to Jasmine? There's only one thing she sees when she closes her eyes. Armagéddön.
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