“Fine, but they’re not touching the coffee,” she grumbled, earning a laugh from Cole.
“Sara, make sure there is a coffee pot in our room along with a small fridge. I want all the makings for her coffee there,” R.D. ordered, not taking his eyes off of her as he moved towards her. “Can you drink that coffee without making another sound? Because I’d really hate to have to kill our guests for hearing your moans of pleasure.” He nipped her neck and she actually whimpered.
“I’ll try,” she whispered, a little embarrassed about the whole thing. “I’m sorry, Logan,” Jasmine said looking up at him as he took her mother’s place in front of her when Cole pulled Katherine away.
“I know, Princess. This will take time getting used to having another part of you, but we will be here to help you. I have to agree with my brother though. Your first cup of coffee will be in our bedroom with only us present from now on.” He bent in and kissed her lips softly without spilling the coffee in her hands. “The coffee taste on your lips has me wanting too…soon little Princess, soon.” Logan stood and adjusted his pants in front of her before turning.
She smiled, her face once more burning, and took another sip from the coffee cup in her hand. Jasmine closed her eyes, but heard the growl from who had been watching.
“Jasmine…” he warned her and she opened her eyes and noticed that about ten more men had come into the room.
“Damn,” she grumbled and sat back watching R.D., Logan, Cole, and Hendrick explain the situation to those who had gathered.
Ten minutes later Sara came in, followed by Monica, carrying trays of food that smelled so good Jasmine’s stomach grumbled. Both of them placed the platters down on the massive oak table across the room. It was time to test her legs. She was starving and Jasmine would be damned if she was going to interrupt the men to take her over to get food.
Taking one more sip of her coffee, she put the cup on the small side table and took a deep breath, scooting the edge of the chair. Jasmine glanced down at her legs realizing she desperately needed to shave, but that would have to wait. “Now you two, our meal is over there, we can do this,” she whispered, placing her hands on the arm rests and started to lift up, but stopped when she heard a snarl from across the room.
“Crap,” she mumbled as R.D. stomped over to her.
“What do you think you are doing?” he asked.
She waved him away. “Don’t worry about me. Just go about your business,” Jasmine said and once more tried to stand to only fall back into the chair. “Damn it, when are my legs going to work!” she smacked her stupid thigh as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Princess, stop,” R.D.’s words were soft as he picked her up again, just hugging her. “It’s normal, Jasmine. Your mom couldn’t walk until later the first evening.” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Now, where did you want to go?”
Jasmine pointed to the table and he snarled. “Why the hell?” He moved Jasmine to the table and placed her on one of the chairs. “I’ll be right back,” R.D. kissed her check before leaving her.
He was angry, but she didn’t know why, but right now nothing mattered as Jasmine stared at all the food. One platter was filled with bacon, another with sausage links, there was actual sausage gravy and biscuits, not to mention the eggs, pancakes and hash browns.
Sara and Monica had just become her best friends. Jasmine grabbed a plate and started to fill it ignoring everything until Sara rushed in and fell to her knees beside her as did Monica, crying.
“We’re so sorry, please forgive us,” Monica cried, her head bowed down as Sara’s.
“Forgive you about what? I should thank you. This food smells so good. Now explain what’s wrong?” Jasmine asked, sitting back as R.D. came back over to the table, followed by Logan.
“We were told to put the food here, otherwise I would have made you a separate plate,” Sara stated, looking over at R.D.
“As you should have,” he snarled and Jasmine rolled her eyes.
“Stop it R.D. I’m fine here. Plus, mom needs to eat and I’m sure you are hungry too. There’s no reason why we can’t all sit and eat together. I’m not stuck up and sure not a princess, as you keep calling me.” Jasmine waved her hands. “Get up Monica, Sara. You did nothing wrong. But tell me who told you to put the food here?”
“I did, after all, we all usually eat together, don’t we, Logan?” A blond woman said as she came into the room, moving next to Logan and running her hand up his chest.
Her appetite was now gone. The thing inside her rushed forward, pain, her skin felt like it was burning alive. “Get your fucking hands off of him now!” Jasmine ground out. Even through the pain, she wanted to rip this woman’s head off.
“Enough!” the yell came from her right side.
She looked up through different eyes, seeing Hendrick lift her up into his arms, holding her. “Shhh, settle down,” his voice rumbled, calming her like he had when she had been a child. He took her place at the table, holding onto her, rubbing her arms. “Pull the wolf back, Jasmine, you are not ready for the change. The woman is gone and will not be allowed in this house again,” Cole’s father stated.
The pain was slowly going away, and the old man’s words were sinking in. “If that is what it feels like to shift, I’m so not going to do that,” Jasmine curled up closer to him. “I take it that was one of Logan’s bimbos he
