THE CRESCENT PACK
Streaks of sunlight struggled to enter the bedroom from the tightly closed bedroom.
Jasmine slowly turned around and tried to go back to sleep.
Then she realized that her bed felt different.
She sensed that where she was, was different.
She very gently opened her eyes and saw herself in a very big bed.
She slowly stood up.
Her head ached and then she remembered the previous night.
She had cried so much that she had fallen asleep.
That was the last thing she remembered.
The memory of Xaden telling her that he was going to take her baby away was fresh in her mind.
Take her child and Marry his mate.
She was never ever going to do that.
Not over her dead body.
She had suffered in that exact same way and she knew that if she let that happen to her child, her child would suffer the same fate.
No one was going to love her child the way she would.
She didn’t care how nice Lily was.
People could change.
And at the end of the day, Lily would always remember that the child wasn’t hers.
This was the only thing that made Jasmine’s life worth living.
She wasn’t going to give her baby up.
No matter what.
There was only one way she could have her baby, and that was running away from the pack.
She couldn’t go out through the front doors, she knew that there would be guards stray would lock her back up.
She jumped up from the bed and looked out through the massive French windows.
There were few people bustling around to work.
It was too far up from the ground.
She went to her balcony and scouted around for a means of escape.
She saw the second floor below her floor had a balcony that seemed to lead down the hallway.
She could go down from there and when she got down, she could sneak through the hallways.
She rushed back to the bedroom and snooped through cabinets in search of bedsheets.
Once she had gotten about nine of them, she began to tie their ends together one after the other.
When she was done she saw that it was long enough and she went to the balcony and hung it over.
Then she returned to the bedroom and tied the first end of the newly made rope to the edge of her firm bed.
She dragged at it, to test it and it was fine.
The bed didn’t budge.
She smiled to herself send just as she was about to head towards the balcony, her door opened and a woman in her thirties came into the room.
Jasmine had never seen her before
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"Good morning my lady." The woman greeted. "My name is Claudia and I am your nanny."
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