His Vampiress

"Jace," Jenna said, almost walking on her tippy toes as she came closer to him. "The pack needs you, Jace." She told him as she slowly dropped the glass of water on the nearest table that she could find.

"What about what I need?" He asked her in a very patient voice. "Do you even know why I left?"

She stared at him with moist eyes, looking like she couldn't hurt a fly but he knew what this was. It was just like all those times, long ago.

She wanted him to cave into her will with all the tears and emotion. 

He could sense it. He smiled a bitter smile, half to himself as he let the thoughts run through him. 

They sure knew what they were doing by sending her. He was aware of the effects she carried but somehow, he couldn't seem to shake the whole feeling that she brought.

It was one thing when he knew she would turn on the water works and instantly get him to cave in. It was another thing for him not to be able to resist it.

He still cared about her and he knew it.

He could recall when he tried to get her to leave with him and she didn't.

Somehow, he hadn't let the pain dwell but maybe it was because he was leaving all he knew behind. He had left all the things that Belmont represented for him and put it as a finished chapter in his life or so he had hoped for.

He knew it was too much to hope for, that they would be done with him even if he was done with them long ago.

He had been given a responsibility. One he didn't care for, need or ask for. Damn Clive, he cursed under his breath. He went and got himself killed. What happened to the unstoppable wolf that ended the war? Tales of his father had been sung since he was a little boy. It now made sense that he would only have the image of him as a strong and invincible force. 

But now he had gone and gotten himself killed. A part of him was fighting the urge to not feel the rage that had been welling deep inside him since he became the Alpha. To not touch it. He knew that there would be no going back if that happened.

When he became the Alpha, he instantly knew what had happened. The power of the Alpha was not passed down to the next successor if the current holder was alive. It could only mean one thing. Clive had died. 

He had felt rage nearly consume him. Nothing prepared him for taking on the mantle he never wanted to begin with. 

He watched her with wary eyes as he tried to make sense of what might be going on in her head. She did not look like she was being insincere but the fact was she was being used for their purpose. He hated not having a say in his own life. He was going to have to return home.

Everything was about to change for him. It was probably more than he could handle but he would have to try, he told himself. He had gotten this far on his own after all.

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Jace stood there watching as a vampiress walked inside the bar as if she owned it. The lady was completely out of place because Howling Moon was a low-rent dive situated on Miami's shadier side, a pub that catered to werewolves. And, if she's not careful, she can end up as the evening's entertainment.

When Jace McCain saw her, he became anxious. He wasn't as inebriated as the other wolves, at least not yet, so he immediately recognized the deceptively fragile woman. Just beyond the lush fullness of her too-red lips, he could see the tip of her little fangs. When vampires were preparing to fight or fuck, their fangs would come out. So, what was the vamp planning to do?

She remained motionless within the bar's entryway. As her gaze shifted to the left, her long blond hair tumbled behind her. To the left. Huh. She appeared to be on the lookout for someone—or something. The only thing she'd find in this environment was a pack eager to tear her apart. These days, vampires and wolves weren't exactly getting along. Or on any given day. She should be aware of this.

But then her eyes shifted away from him. I whizzed by and then returned. Her blue eyes, sparkling with the strength of a vampire, drew his attention. She locked her gaze on him, and Jace couldn't take his gaze away. Is this a vampire's compulsion trick?

No, it's more than likely his own lust, he told himself. Because the lady was quite attractive. Most female vamps were, at least the pureblood ones.

And Jace knew he was looking at one of the elite pureblood from Belmont. He had not been old enough to see any of the vampires that way so this was a new experience for him.

A pureblood, in a werewolf hell. 

He gave a kind smile. Somewhere, Fate must be laughing at her.

She then grinned as well. The beast he kept locked inside stretched and roared as a lick of heat went straight through his body.

Want. The word echoed in his head. That was what he was feeling. It roared inside of him, threatening to undo his resolve to focus on what he came here for.

She began approaching him in her fuck-me or fuck-off black boots. Jace pushed his way away from the bar.

The others, on the other hand, had noticed her and were closing in. There are three of them. Because that was the manner of the beast, he was big and massive.

“Vampire…” The guys reached for her as the snarl floated through the air.

“No!” His yell came out a fraction of a second too late.

Two of the males collided with tables nearby. They'd made the blunder of touching her in the first place.