Jasmine’s P.O.V.

In the middle of night, our bedroom was knocked non stop, hinting the emergency of intruder. I got up half heartedly, but stopped by Alex.

“Don’t bother, I’ll attend the visitor.”

I slipped in the sheets again, thanking him in my heart. With my eyes still closed, I heard Alex refusing some one in.

“Who can be here this time?” My natural curiosity kicked in, I removed the cover, identifying the scents other than Alex’s.

“Sarah?”

Her scent was hardly recognizable like she became another person overnight.

“She’s marked.” Ginnie announced in her daze and I shot up.

“How? Wasn’t she saying that she needed more time?”

I...