THE FALTERED BOND

Chapter 6 | Broken glass

Hello readers! Before the chapter begins, I have decided to give a soft T/W for the content ahead. There will be forms of verbal and alcohol abuse used.
Readers discretion is advised.

I trail back to the nearest washroom and storm through the door. My temples boom with the sound of my beating heart, drowning everything around me. The door hinges scream as I storm into my room. My breath is ragged, chest heaving and cold sweat pearling down my back like a waterfall.

My wolf's claws scrape at my skin, relentless, demanding, hungry. Its demands churn my stomach into knots.

Once second. That's all it took. I let my guard down for one fucking second and I end up all over her like some crazed, lust hungry mutt. I still can't get her out of my head... Her body, the heat of her skin, her silky hair- fuck I crave it. I need it.

I need her.

As I stumble to my bed and my hands clasp onto the wooden nightstand, I find myself unable to move. Pulling my gaze up to the mirror, I hook at the reflection of my own eyes, peering into the lustful desire they hold. They flicker from forest to the amber hues of my wolf's gaze in its attempt to take control.

The sight sends me into a rage.

An animalistic scream rips my throat. My arm pulls back and glass cuts into my flesh as my fist connects with the mirror. I go wholy still, heaving with ragged breaths. Seconds turn to minutes before I snap out of my trance and realize the damage I've caused. Blood oozes and drips from my knuckles, staining the nightstand with crimson drops. A little has streamed down my arm and now leaks onto my shirt and wooden floor. I curse through tightened lips. At least the damn mutt went quiet.

A voice echoes from my doorstep. "Jace? Sir, are you alright?"

Breathe in, breathe out. "I'm fine. Just... Tripped." I turn to the maid, unsurprised when she gapes in horror at the sight of my bloodied hand and the mess of glass shards strewn over the floor.

"Oh shit! Allow me-" she scuries to the nearest washroom only to return mere seconds later with a first aid kit and a broom in hand. "By the Goddess Jace, you need to be more careful with your step- Respectfully, Sir."

I scoff and don't bother to answer back, baffled she had actually swallowed such a lousy excuse. And yet, they maids continue to patronize me. They treat me like I'm just a kid who doesn't know any better, acting as though everything is perfect with the Westons, a lie tightly kept under the stupid pretence of ''keeping the family's image''. The thought leaves a bitter taste on my tongue.

I sit on my bed and begin to remove the shards from my flesh with tweezers, flinching slightly with every pull. Once I finish cleaning my wounds, I wrap my wrist in a gauze when there's another knock at the door.

"I heard some comotion, what happened?" Cade stands amidst the doorframe.

"Nothing Cade. I just tripped." I sneer, not bothering to look his way. Fucking glorified babysitter...

He falls silent and I finish my bandage. I gaze towards the doorframe where he remained posted, a heavy look in his eyes. The sight makes my blood boil.

I snarl, "What is it?"

I couldn't swear seeing petty flash through those sky blue eyes when he speaks, "Alpha Xavier wishes to see you."

My body goes cold. What could father want from me? My heart quickens. Does he know about the Omega? I turn to Cade, terrified when he only confirms my fears as he looks away and swallows thickly.

Fuck... He knows.

I stand, feeling as though the floor would collapse beneath me if I didn't move. The room falls quiet, suffocating even, as I walk towards the door frame, Cade and the maid's eyes riveted onto me. Although I cannot see them, their frozen gazes rekindle my anger for a fleeting moment.