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12 Chapter 12: Unspoken Promises 

He leaned back in his chair. “She’s difficult.” 

I didn’t see that coming. My arms dropped to my sides, the tension slipping just a little. 

A wicked thought came over me and I sashayed toward Gareth’s desk, slowly. My hand brushed against my hip as I moved, and I caught the way his eyes flicked to the curve of 

my waist. 

He stared at me like he wanted to say something-maybe shout or whatever. But he 

didn’t. 

“But…” he sighed. “She likes you. I’ve never seen her open up to anyone like that. Ever. So 

if you’re staying—” 

He stood up too quickly, the chair scraping back behind him. “I’m not sensitive.” 

The air between us had changed-again. 

He was dead silent. But the tension in the air? It was electric. If either of us said one more 

wrong thing, the room would explode. 

I stepped a little closer, letting my fingers run through my hair as I glanced down at myself, then back up at him. “It’s just skin, Gareth. I didn’t know you were so… sensitive.” 

Gareth leaned forward slightly, eyes sharp again. “Do you always enjoy judging how I raise my daughters? First Isabella’s engagement, and now Michelle?” 

I raised an eyebrow. “Unless you don’t want to hear that either.” 

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He just looked… hungry. 

“She’s hurting,” I said quietly. 

Michelle flinched but didn’t back down. She screamed louder. “No! You’ll just kick Jasmine out and expect me to be okay with it! You can’t fool me!” 

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t look away either. 

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t try,” I added. 

Michelle wiped her face on her sleeve and nodded quickly. Her voice was softer, but it wavered with childish hope. “Promise me. You can’t lie to me.” 

“No,” I said honestly. “You’re not.” 

“Then do your job,” he finished. “Do it right. Don’t hurt her. And if you ever try to use her 

to get close to me or my family—” 

That stung, even if it shouldn’t have. I forced a shrug. “I’m just the messenger. You don’t 

have to listen.” 

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I glanced down at my outfit, then back at him. “This? This is casual and comfortable.” 

“Oh? Could’ve fooled me,” I said with a smirk, turning half away from him so he could get a better look at the curve of my back, and my legs. 

“She’s lonely,” I said. “She told me.” 

He didn’t answer, but 

I could tell I’d hit a nerve. 

There was another silence. Then he cleared his throat. “Look, I still don’t trust you.” 

I blinked. “Excuse me?” 

I stayed near the entrance, arms crossed. “So… this is the part where you fire me in 

secret?” 

He didn’t respond, but I saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his desk. 

“Michelle, stop this nonsense right now. You don’t understand,” he warned again, but I 

could hear the strain in his tone. He could order the entire Lycan community, but he was 

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helpless when it came to his young daughter. 

I smirked, enjoying the rare upper hand. Dangerous? Yes. But for once, I wasn’t the one on 

edge. 

His eyes dipped, flicked to my collarbone, and then lower. I felt heat wash over my body. 

His jaw ticked. 

His jaw tightened. “Jasmine…” 

The house was silent, save for Michelle’s angry sobs. 

He hesitated, clearly wanting to say no. But he looked at her, and then he said, “I 

promise.” 

“I’m staying,” I said, firmly. 

“I won’t,” I cut in. “I told you. I didn’t come for you.” 

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He stood slowly, walking around the desk until we were only a few feet apart. I didn’t back away, but I could feel the tension growing between us. Every step he took seemed louder than it should’ve been. The space between us felt too close and too charged. 

I followed him into a wide, modern office with shelves of books, sleek furniture, and a large window overlooking the garden. He shut the door behind us. 

He looked out the window. “I’m not good at this.” 

He nodded slowly, still watching me like he wasn’t sure whether to respect me or throw 

me out a window. 

Michelle sniffed. “What?” 

“And I’m not giving them,” I replied calmly. “I’m just telling you what I see.” 

“And Gareth?” I added, voice soft. “If you want her to stop feeling like an afterthought… if you want her to be happy, make the effort to show up. Even if it’s messy, even if it’s not perfect. She just wants you to be there.” 

There was a sharp silence. I looked at Gareth, and for just a second, I saw it-pain. It flashed in his eyes before he blinked it away, but I caught it. 

“Yeah, I got that part loud and clear.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

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“I don’t need parenting tips from someone who barely knows us,” he said, voice low. “Especially not from someone with no children of her own.” 

“Jasmine stays. Happy?” Gareth muttered, rubbing his temples. 

I didn’t know how it happened-how we got so close. One moment we were arguing, and the next, I could feel the heat of his body. His scent-woodsy and clean-wrapped around me before I realized it. My heart beat faster. 

“You are the one that doesn’t understand! You didn’t even come to my last archery test! All the other parents showed up!” she shouted, her voice breaking with hurt. “I won a prize, but you didn’t even ask how it went! Only Butler Jones congratulated me!” 

“Right,” I muttered under my breath. “I wear breathable clothes while dodging knives.” 

His eyes snapped back to me, surprised-but not angry. 

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Ran a hand down his face. He looked… tired. 

“Enough, Michelle.” Gareth’s voice was sharp. “Go up to your room! We will talk about this 

later.” 

“From now on,” he muttered, “if you’re coming here to tutor Michelle, you’ll dress 

appropriately.” 

“I promised Michelle I wouldn’t.” 

Then Gareth turned to me. “You. Come with me. We need to talk.” 

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“Not for tutoring,” he said gruffly, already walking back behind his desk. 

Then he let out a long breath. “Fine.” 

I tilted my head, pretending not to notice. “So let me get this straight,” I said, taking one step closer. “You’re letting me stay, but only if I wear long sleeves and baggy pants?” I gave him an innocent look. “Should I come in a nun’s robe next time?” 

She sniffled again but smiled a little. Just a flicker. 

“Why not?” I whispered, meeting his eyes. “You’re the one who made rules about what I wear. I’m just trying to understand… What exactly is the problem?” 

He nodded once, eyes dark. “She wasn’t always like this. She used to be… lighter. More cheerful. But after Isa got engaged…She doesn’t smile like she used to.” 

“No more tank tops and shorts.” 

He sat behind his desk and stared at me for a long second. “I brought you here to thank 

you.” 

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Gareth cleared his throat and stepped back fast, rubbing the back of his neck like he was 

annoyed with himself. 

His voice came out low and rough. “Don’t play games with me.” 

“She just… misses you,” I added, trying to smooth it over. “She doesn’t say it, but it’s 

obvious.” 

13 Chapter 13: No Turning Back 

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