THE FALTERED BOND

Jace | Chap. 6

Hello readers! Before the chapter begins, 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 breathe is ragged, chest heaving and cold sweat pearls down my back.

My wolf's claws scraps at my skin, relentless, demanding, hungry.

Once second. That's all it took. I allowed my guard down for one fucking second and I was all over her like some crazed 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 still at the reflection of my own eyes, peering into the lustful desire they hold.

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 breathes. 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.

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 games in horror at the sight of my bloodied hand.

"Oh shit! Allow me-" she scuries to the nearest washroom only to return mere seconds later with a first aid kit and 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; she's not worth my time. The maids have always acted such towards me; patronizing. They treat me like I'm just a kid who doesn't know any better. Pathetic. Yet another detail to change once my Father steps down.

I sit on my bed and begin to remove the shards from my flesh with tweasers, 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?"

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

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

I snarl, "What is it?"

He swallows. "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. The room falls quiet, suffocating even, as I walk to the door frame, Cade and the maid's eyes riveted onto me. Although I cannot see them, their frozen gazes rekindles my anger for a fleeting moment.

"Clean up this mess." I snarl, snapping the maid back to her work.

Walking to my father's quarters, I sense a familiar void gnaw into my chest; fear. I clutch my chest, the sensation of my fleeting heart fuels my anxiety further. I slow my pace and take deep, controlled breathes.