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When you lose as much as he did, agreeing to this doesn’t seem like the craziest idea. “I’ll be an Alpha? You can convince my father?” Jasper questions, the hope in his voice saddening to me. He’s sinking his trust into the wrong person. Time tilts his head. “Yes. But first you need to become a Phantom Wolf.” Jasper hardly has time to realise what Time is saying, before the immortal reaches out and snaps his neck in one swift, smooth movement.

he protested. The water in the shower turned off interrupting Reid’s reply and they both turned towards the door. Through the opening, Jasper caught a glimpse of Jay as the other werewolf dried off, wrapping a towel around his hips whilst using a second in his hair. He walked out into the bedroom, preoccupied with drying himself and froze as he came face to face with Reid, his towel falling to the floor.

“Bro, why are you so shameless? Adrian was entertained, and he stuck a thermometer under Jasper’s armpit. “The aphrodisiac in your body hasn’t worn off yet. Look, you’re showing one of the symptoms. I’ve told you yesterday not to suppress your urges. Miss Bitchtoria Dawn was waiting for you to f*ck her. Why did you show so much restraint at a time like that?” “You know nothing!” Jasper really wanted to sew Adrian’s lips shut. Only yesterday did he realize that aside from Summer, he no longer wanted to make love to anyone. Adrian turned to look at Jasper’s personal assistant. He did not want to further ruin Jasper’s cold and arrogant image in front of Jasper’s subordinate. “Go ahead and retur

... but a towel around his waist. Jasper had long, straight dark brown hair that reached just below his collar. His skin was olive, making him appear Mediterranean. He had a muscular back but a small waist. The tight fitting towel showed a tight ass leading to thin but strong legs. Jasper turned off the light above the sink and walked to the side of the bed. I could just make out the outline of his dick under the towel before he turned the lamp off, leaving only the light from outside, peeking around the curtains.

The carvings seemed to shift, the wolves along the edge moving one step closer, the moons layering each over each. “Clara,” a voice said behind me, and I turned because that’s what my body would always do when it heard that sound from that throat. Jasper stood at the edge of the clearing, hands open, weaponless, as if he’d come to a church and remembered how to be humble. He had that look again, the one that said he had seen too many endings and was trying to choose better ones. His eyes slid from me to the wolf, and he bowed—not to me. To her.

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

Alfred chuckles, raising his hands as if in surrender, "We're men, we understand each other, don't we? If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time with a woman like her." Excuse me? Jasper lets go of my waist, but not before placing me behind his broad body protectively, stepping forward and lowering his head to look him straight in the eye. This gives the impression that Alfred is short and more slight than he really is, when in fact it's Jasper who doesn't look his age. "No, we don't understand each other." Jasper's voice is deep... so intimidating that I feel a shiver run down my spine. And then I smell the air, with a scent of pine entering my nostrils - it's Jasper's scent...

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

The apartment provided to Jasper was located in the far side of the vampire’s castle. The awe that he felt as the limousine drove high above the clouds up the winding mountainous road toward the enormous stone structure that looked as if it was floating in the sky still lingered. Had he not been so angry with his recently acquired benefactor, he might have been better able to appreciate the awesomeness of his new home and situation. As it was, he was having difficulty moving past what had happened to his assistant during their drive home.