The car ride itself was torture. Everytime I dared to open my mouth to say something I'd catch Jace's nostrils flare as if he was having to take deep breathes in order to contain his feelings towards me.If he was having to use that amount of self control without me saying anything, I knew that me trying to speak to him even if it was small talk would only infuriate him more.
But being close to him again, so damn close was hell. He smelt so good. Even better than I remembered and that well cut jaw was just delicious even when it was so firmly clenched I wondered if it was hurting him.
"Seriously?" He suddenly uttered frowning quickly at me before focusing back on the darkness ahead of us.
"What?" I asked innocently relieved to have him break the silence even if it was to admonish me.
"I can hear your thoughts remember? Oh no you probably don't remember. Or perhaps you just made up some bullshit that fitted your own twisted narrative. You and your family are the most fucked up people I have ever met" Jace suddenly snapped and his own deep dark thoughts spewed out of his mouth.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned a scary shade of white as all the blood in his body flooded to fuel his rage.
I couldn't hell but shrink down into my seat as the heat of his feelings hit me like a ball of fire.
"So now you don't have anything to say? That's a fucking laugh cos you had a hell of a lot to say to everyone you spoke to before you left. Well apart from the one person you should have spoke to" him, he meant him. I should have spoken to him but I chickened out that morning I'd watched him from the safety of the forest.
He was right too, he was right about so many things apart from one. I was nothing like my family. Nothing. But I knew he'd said that to hurt me because he knew more than anyone what my own flesh and blood had done to me, how they felt about me and he was using that as ammunition to hurt me .
It worked. I fought to keep the hot tears from falling down my face but they fell anyway too strong for me to withhold and like a broken dam the water overflowed in a powerful display of pain. I squeezed my eyes shut but I could feel Jace's heavy gaze on me pinning me in my seat like a knife.
"Why did you leave me?" He asked softly as if my tears diminished his anger, at least for now. All I could hear in his voice was sadness, like a small boy who had lost his puppy.
"Jace" I whispered scared of my own voice at this point as it sounded so weak and pathetic. I hated being weak.
"I wasn't walking out that night, not on you" he admitted pulling the car over at the side of the road.
I stared out of the window wiping my snot and tears on the sleeve of my jumper fighting the urge to fall into his arms and pray we could make things better."Look at me Eden" he requested gently taking off his seatbelt and shuffling so he was sitting sideways facing me.
"Eden" he called my name more forcefully and with a huge sigh I copied his movements and wiggled about until I was facing him.
He slowly reached out and cupped my cheek before drifting his fingertips across my face tracing every ridge and outline as if he was memorising it. His touch was so soft it was almost unnatural to imagine an alpha of his size and status could be so gentle but I closed my eyes and felt my insides quiver at the intimacy of his actions. He wiped away stray tears that fell using the pad of his thumb and hummed.
"That's better. I hate seeing you cry"
"Jace why did you come find me?" I asked treading carefully over the sensitive subject. But I had to know.
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The Alpha's Eden
WerewolfEden Quinn is the 18yr old daughter of Alpha Issac of the Woodmoor pack. She's head strong, determined and tough but her strength is tested when her brother Sawyer goes half mad from losing his mate and goes rogue. The rogues attack the Woodmoor pa...