Cregan X Jace Novels & Stories

She’ll destroy him the way she destroys everyone. Jace saw my silence and laughed, low and cruel. “That’s right. Irene Riggs. My mother. She owns judges. She owns politicians. She owns this town and half the state. You just signed your own death warrant, hero. And when she’s done with you, Roberta will come crawling back where she belongs. With me.” "Get out," Brett said. His voice was flat. Cold. "Get out before I decide to finish what I started." "You're going to regret this," Jace said. "Both of you. You're going to regret the day you crossed me."

Even the mole at the corner of her eye was visible. I stood below the stage and gently shook my juice glass. I smiled as if nothing had happened. “Oops. Who played that? That was really careless.” Jace turned his head toward me. His eyes burned with rage, like he wanted to tear me apart. “Xena, it’s you! It has to be you!” He rushed off the stage and ran toward me. However, before he could even touch my sleeve, Quincy kicked him to the floor. Quincy looked down at him and coldly said, “Get lost.”

My chest tightened, but the hurt and frustration pushed through. “What do you care?” His expression shifted. But I didn’t wait for an answer and simply walked away. The moment I disappeared from his sight, Reagan turned back toward him, trying to lean closer. Jace immediately pushed her away. “Get off,” he snapped. Her smile disappeared. She scowled. “It looks like you and the spear chucker broke up,” she said. “You can come back to me now.” Jace stared at her. His expression turned cold. "That's never happening."

Emily pleaded almost in tears. "Get out of my class right this moment before I change my mind and punish you instead!" Emily gaited away with a delusional mind, her thoughts were messed up and she had no choice whatsoever again than to mind link Drago. Emily mind linked Drago and updated him about the sudden appearance of that people from the Crescent pack. "Drago we are doomed, Crescent pack is here and I still can't find Rogan, I'm so worried right now, what am I to do?? They mustn't find him before we do, please I really need you here."

Jace calmly replied, maintaining his composed demeanor. "Hey, what are you doing? Let's end this. We know that once Megan points out Grace, she'll suggest a game," Maudy snapped, gripping Jace's arm. But instead of Jace holding onto Maudy's grip, he let go and walked closer to Megan. "So, what kind of game are you suggesting?" Jace asked, challenging Megan and causing a triumphant smile to spread across her face. Meanwhile, I could see the worry on the faces of the others.

He ordered before pushing her away from him, causing her to stumble backward and wrap her hand over her belly respectively. “What do you mean?” “Since you’re despicably slow, I’ll make it possible for you to understand.” His eyes darkened as he gazed at her in disgust. “I Mavros Kane, alpha of Silver Crest pack, reject you Ivelle as my mate.” He mouthed without hesitation.

My fingers curl around my fork, knuckles white, every part of me screaming don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t you dare cry. I open my mouth — to defend myself, to lie, to run, I don’t even know — but I don’t get a chance. “Bianca.” Jace doesn’t look up from his plate when he says it. He doesn’t need to. That one, low word freezes the entire table. Then he sets his silverware down with slow precision, lifts his eyes, and looks straight at her — the kind of look that strips the oxygen from a room. “Don’t ever bring that up again,” he says quietly.

Determination. Because Jace thinks he's untouchable. He thinks he can kiss me in front of everyone, humiliate me, then walk away unscathed. Rule number one: don't flinch. Rule number two: hit back harder. So I plan my first strike. It starts small—an hour in the library with my laptop, hidden in the back corner where the sunlight slants across the dust motes and nobody bothers to wander. I scroll through every scrap of information I've collected, every digital breadcrumb I've found in the weeks leading up to Blackridge. Most of it is about the Langstons: Chief Langston's conveniently sealed records, Jace's carefully curated golden-boy reputation, the glossy photos that make their lives look

"I, Xavier Nightingale, renounce Adam and Jace Smith in my pack... From now on, neither of you would have anything to do with me!" "Is that it? Are you sure you can't control us anymore?" When Xavier was done talking, Adam didn't try to hide his doubt. "Huh! No one is going to attack us after all...!" Jace answered back and snorted while he checked himself out. Before they made their decision, it made his heart beat faster. Now that it's over and he doesn't feel any different, his breathing is back to normal.

“It’s just a game.” Cage nodded, smirking. “Yeah. But try telling them that.” And with that, they kept jogging—content to let the wild ones burn themselves out up ahead. Jace, the firstborn son of Alpha Maximus, didn’t feel like he had anything to prove—not even a little. At just seven years old, he was already quick on his feet and sharp with his instincts. He didn’t play to impress anyone; he just wanted to have fun. Still, he always made sure to keep an eye on Zay. When things got too intense and Zay started throwing a tantrum, Jace would step in and tell him to cool it. He wasn’t exactly the peacekeeper type, but he knew when to take a step back and let things go. Zay… not so much. That’