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I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Go back to your party,” I huff. “Thanks for whatever this was,” I throw my hands in the air.
He sneers, cocking his head to the side. “Oh, now you’ve got attitude?” he snaps.
I laugh bitterly, pulling my mouth tight.
Why is he doing this?
“I have achoicenot to deal with those assholes from the past, ok,” I blurt out. “I choose not to go back to that time.”
“But youdidgo back there because you never stood up for yourself,” he argues. “I didn’t see you standing up for yourself once,” he growls.
This remark bites into me painfully. Tears sting my eyes again, and anger wells up inside me.
“Yes, and you would know, Jace. Because you witnessed it first-hand!”
He takes a step back and shoves his hands in his pockets.Why the hell does every single move he makes turn me on, dammit, this is fucking insane.
Every cell in my body is starting to ache, and a dull headache is pressing against the base of my skull.
“I’m not feeling that great, ok. I’m going to head home. I’ll see you there later. Please tell Kelsey I was tired and that I say goodbye,” I mutter, too drained to carry on with whatever this is.
Jace nods, his jaw clenched.
Nothing to say, hmm.
I stare at him for a second, trying to work him out, but I can’t.
A sharp knife of pain shoots through my stomach, and I sigh, turning away from him to go home.
But as I’m walking away, I realize what’s happening to me. Horror floods my mind.
The pain can only mean one thing, and it’s coming at the worst possible time.
I’m going into heat.
My body is ready to start breeding now that I’ve been given my fated-mate, and it’s going to be absolute agony until I give in and sleep with him.
I start walking faster, desperate to create more distance between Jace and me.
This is terrible.
Chapter 8 - Jace
I head back into the bar after my frustrating encounter with those idiots from the past. I’m embarrassed to say I was ever involved with them. The maturity level is scraping the bottom of the barrel with those guys.
But I can’t deny that the frustration didn’t stem from seeing them again; it was because of her.
She’s so timid when facing utter idiots, but then feisty as all hell when she’s facing me. Why? How does that make sense?
“I ordered you another beer,” Miles says when I take my seat next to him at the wide table. There are eight other guys seated around it.
“Why do you look pissed off?” Jacob Sterling asks, furrowing his brows. He is Alpha of the Hazen pack, just west of our territory. Jacob and a lot of the guys seated around this table were on Black Ops training with us.
“No, I’m good,” I say, picking up my fresh, cold beer and taking two long sips. “Don’t you guys feel strange, sitting in a bar drinking a beer like this is normal life?” I chuckle.
Jacob snorts. “You mean the fact that it’s nine pm and we aren’t running drills up sand dunes? Yeah, it’s taking some getting used to being back.”
“It’s fucking quiet, man,” Dexter complains. This entices laughter from the rest of us. Dexter loves the chaos. He lives for it. His twin brother, Axel, Alpha of the New Salem Pack, is the complete opposite.
