The White Wolf (re-written)

Chapter Fourteen

(Jace Whitfield in the picture)

**Snow's P.O.V.**

Sighing, I kick my legs over the side of my bed. Stretching my arms above my head and yawning I get up from the bed. My tee-shirt falling just below my ass and walking towards the kitchen to start the coffee pot and then walking into the bathroom and did my normal thing to get ready. I walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around my body and made myself a cup of coffee.

Walking back into my room, I pull on my white lace underwear and matching bra, I put on some black leggings and an over sized white shirt that went below my ass. I topped it with some grey slippers and did my makeup and hair. I walked into the kitchen and put the coffee cup in the sink and grabbed an apple for breakfast. Once I was finished with it, I threw it in the trash and went into the living room and watched some Netflix. After a couple of hours of watching 'Jane The Virgin' on Netflix, a knock on the front door caught my attention.

I was walking toward the door when this sent filled my senses and started making my knees weak. Walking to the door much fast then before I threw it open and standing in front of me was a god like man. Tattoos covering his body as a cigarette hanging from his lips. His deep blue eyes staring into my purple eyes. A small smirk covered his face as he took in my body.

'Hello kitten. Your mine' his voice sending tingles down my spine.

No one could escape my lips as I opened my mouth to respond. He cupped my chin in his large hand as he stared into my eyes with no emotion on his face. His eyes piercing my soul. He flicked his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. Whipping off any dirt from his suit jacket and coming into my little house.

"What's your name little kitten?" His deep voice piercing my ears as I clenched my thighs shut.
"Snow. What's your?"
"Jace."