Novel & Cerita Cregan X Jace

“Don’t be like that, Jace; both of you used to be best friends. You should be happy to see him again.” “Are you serious? Have you forgotten what he did? He said he would never return, and he went as far as denouncing himself from this pack, and you are welcoming him? As for you, Celeste, you have no right to speak because you don’t know anything that has happened here before you came with your daughter.” “Jace!” Damon yelled my name angrily. Ezra smiled like he was happy to see the ruckus I was creating because of his presence. He stood up and walked up to me with a smile on his face.

"Please, Jace, you have to believe me. I would never—" "I, Jace Storm, future Alpha of the Storm Pack, reject you, Grace Matthew, as my mate and my Luna." The words fell between us like stones, each one crushing another piece of my heart. "You are hereby banished from pack territory for the crime of infidelity and bringing shame upon your mate bond."

I asked, leaning back into his touch. "They’ve agreed to the new trade laws," Jace chirped, appearing in the window frame with his usual suddenness. He was tossing a small, polished stone into the air. "They saw the fields of the Silver Crest turning green while their own remained stunted. They realized that a Queen who can take life can also give it back tenfold."

Jace’s face has gone the color of old paper. “You’re insane,” he rasps. “Both of you.” “Walk away,” Cain says. “Right now.” He releases him. Jace stumbles, straightens, and looks at me once with something ugly and unfinished in his eyes. Then he’s gone up the stairs and the basement exhales slowly around us. Cain turns to me. “You okay.” “I was handling it—” “You were backed against a wall with his hand on your face.” “I was about to—”

His home was a pictorial representation of their rich history and all the things that they had stored with every passing generation. The werewolves of Belmont Falls were a proud clan who protected their own with their lives. He had run from his duty for far too long. He knew that the messenger was coming when he felt that surge of power coursed through his veins. He was the first born son of three. He had a brother and a sister. Jace was twenty eight years old now. He had not seen his family in over ten years and he wasn't sure these were the best circumstances to see them.

He held up his hand to halt the other guy and they both stood a short distance away, careful to maintain the space between them and where she stood. “Mr. Crestwell,” the front man said. “I’m Kaden Ginsberg and this is Trevor Dixon.” Jace extended his arm, stepping forward to shake each of their hands. “Thank you both for coming.” He turned and motioned Bethany forward. Hesitantly, she stepped in Jace’s direction and eyed the two newcomers with caution. Jace held out his hand for Bethany to take and she slipped her fingers into his. He laced them together and tugged her forward so she was once again at his side.

Log Date February 5, 2003 “Subject Traeger, age 10, is showing signs of superior strength. It has been speculated that he’s the possible alpha of the group because of how easily he beat several of our most seasoned fighters. My suspicions are confirmed when other Lycans show submission towards his strength. There seems to be no show of strength from the others…” I click out of the file, moving on to another file. Log Date October 27, 2006

“No, Malachi, don’t tell me you want to support him right now. Remember what he has done to us. Now you want to have Rhea all to yourself? That is what he always wants. Can’t you see? She is a depth Father picked for all three of us; now he wants her all for himself just because of this stupid feeling he has around her. No. That can’t happen. We can’t allow him to have Rhea all to himself. That is where we have to start from. We have to make him stop there, where he gets what all of us are meant to have. This is where it should stop. Because I, for one, will not allow him to have Rhea all to himself. And I will need you to support me, Malachi. I want you to support me. Because we have to end

“Leave her out of this.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What…why?” “You need to be careful Zara. Lucian seems to like Cressida. You saw what happened the last time just because you disrespected her” he said firmly. I laughed bitterly. The sound was harsh in the quiet evening air. “Listen to yourself, Jace. You sound like one of them.” He threw down the hammer with a clatter. “For once, listen to me.” The gravity in his tone cut through my fury. “We lost. What’s left to loose. They took everything from us including your brother.They cannot get away with it!”

he told me. "So I heard," I muttered. "I also heard that you broke his leg. Seems to me like you won." A small smile crept to his lips. "We were not fighting to win, ma'am. We were fighting because we did not know what else to do." I frowned. Understanding the Lycan culture was very difficult sometimes. "And I didn't win," he chuckled. "Joram broke my head open. I had a major concussion for days." I shook my head. "You both were lucky you didn't end up killing each other."