LOGINJaceWhen I pressed down the heavy handle of the girls' bathroom door and pulled it open, the excited murmuring from the hallway fell silent in a single second.The air froze.Chloe and Emma weren't the only ones standing there, pressed against the wall. That entire section of the hallway was practically packed with students.The high school gossip mill worked at the speed of light. The two girls' hysterical escape from the bathroom had immediately attracted a crowd of curious spectators.I stepped out first, but I didn't let go of Willow's hand for even a moment.Our fingers were intertwined so tightly that our skin almost seemed to merge.My posture was confident, my gaze ice cold and regal as I surveyed the crowd.I wasn't walking across the filthy floor of some high school.This was my throne room now.And I was introducing them to my queen.I gently drew Willow forward until she stood directly beside me in the hallway light.My wo
WillowThe world had ceased to exist within the four walls of the bathroom.The thoughts roaring through my head, the terror I had carried for years, and every threat waiting beyond those walls had all been swept away by the boy who was currently pressing me against the cold marble sink.Jace's kiss was like raw, destructive fire.It consumed everything it touched.His lips moved against mine with demanding intensity, yet beneath that hunger lay a depth of adoration I could barely comprehend.The same hands that had torn the pack's enemies apart with sheer brute strength yesterday now held my waist with such warmth and certainty that I felt like the most precious thing in his entire miserable life.I tightened my legs around his hips and buried my fingers deeper into his dark hair.A muffled, satisfied growl rose from his throat, sending a shiver straight beneath my skin.I had completely lost control.Me.The girl who had always been so c
WillowSchool had never been this exhausting, even though every single day of the past few years had felt like a battle for survival.But this kind of exhaustion was entirely different.It wasn't fear draining my energy.It was the constant, intense, almost tangible electricity crackling between Jace and me.The pack's heir had kept his promise.He hadn't left me alone for a single minute.When we sat in biology class, his chair was so close to mine that our thighs touched. When we walked through the hallways, one of his hands was always resting on my waist.The only problem was that after our dark, tense conversation the previous night and our triumphant entrance that morning, something had permanently shifted between us.I no longer saw him as a bodyguard protecting a fragile glass figurine.And he no longer treated me like a terrified victim.He had realized I wasn't afraid of him anymore.And that realization had awakened something
WillowThe Monday morning sunlight streamed sharply through the window of the guest room, my room.I stood in front of the enormous full length mirror, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me.For years, my wardrobe had served only one purpose.To hide.I wore oversized, worn out sweaters and stretched jeans that concealed not only my bruises but also made me invisible.I blended into the walls, the desks, the shadows.But the girl in the mirror no longer belonged to the shadows.Lexi had insisted on putting together my outfit for today, and I hadn't been able to argue with her.I wore fitted black jeans paired with a burgundy sweater made from fine, soft knit fabric, its rich color bringing warmth to my complexion.On my feet were elegant but comfortable black leather boots, and draped over my shoulders was a perfectly tailored dark leather jacket, one that looked remarkably similar to the jackets Jace always wore.My hair fell fre
JaceThe pack house council chamber was rarely as tense as it was that Saturday morning. We had drawn back the thick blackout curtains, allowing the gloomy, gray autumn light outside to cast a cold glow over the enormous carved oak table.Before coming downstairs for the meeting, I had gone to see Willow.When she saw her drawing in my hand, I didn't say a word. I simply walked over to her, pulled her against my chest, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, pouring every unspoken apology and promise into that single gesture."I'll never shut you out again," I whispered into her hair.And instead of recoiling from my injuries or the beast living inside me, she had only pressed herself closer.With that pure, unbreakable bond in my heart, I now sat at the end of the council table, Willow seated directly to my left.Our fingers were tightly intertwined beneath the tabletop.My father, Marcus, stood at the head of the table, his hands braced against an enorm
JaceThe black oak door slammed shut behind Willow with a dull, heavy thud.The sound echoed down the empty hallway of the east wing, as though I had just slammed the lid of a coffin.I stood alone in the middle of my room.The air was trapped in my lungs, and I clenched my jaw so tightly that my teeth ground together.My arm was still extended toward the open balcony.My fingers trembled with rage and suppressed helplessness.The Alpha aura I had just unleashed, that suffocating, heavy, leaden pressure with which I had forced my final words through the room, still lingered in the air.I had driven her away.With nothing but my voice, I had triggered the same instinctive urge to flee that that bastard Victor had always awakened in her at home.I collapsed onto the bathroom floor, pressing my back against the freezing tiles.I turned the shower on full blast.Hot water filled the room with steam, washing the last traces of black, rottin







