The Alpha's Omega
"Jace. You're Jace Weston-s-son of Alpha Xavier."
The room seems to tighten around us. He stills, his fingers idly toying with a thick ring on his thumb, but his eyes never leave me. He's watching. Calculating.
Then something stirs.
A strange presence presses against the edges of my mind, something foreign yet achingly familiar. It calls to me, sending a shiver down my spine. My wolf stirs, a low, eager howl reverberating through my core.
Pleasure.
For a fraction of a second, my gaze shifts in confusion. Jace growls, the sound sharp and possessive. My eyes snap back to his, my breath frozen in my throat.