J's POV I knelt there wondering what would become of me because neither of them was saying a word to each other. They were communicating with their eyes, and after some minutes, I heard Lance say, “Let her go, and I might spare you,” “You mean her?” Jonathan asked, “I'm no fool, Lance. The only reason I am still alive now is because she is under my threat. If I let her go, you won't think twice than to kill me” “You're wrong and you're right. You're right because no matter what, I'll still kill you, I mean I've been thirty for your blood since I realized you were the one she met with before the accident. But you're also wrong” he finally turned to meet my gaze. His eyes held some kind of promise I wasn't so sure about. Did we make any promise to each other, he added,“You're wrong because it is not because you are with her that I haven't killed you. I just don't want her to get a scratch or have blood on that red beautiful jumpsuit she's putting on” His eyes ran down my body like
Lance's POVThis was what I didn't want to happen. Having J find out this way. I was supposed to prepare her for this before anything like this happened. I wished I could kill Jonathan a hundred times more for what he did. How dare a lowlife like himself try to threaten me with my mate?! I didn't want to kill him right there in front of J but him speaking about a second chance mate when my mate was still in front of me was something I couldn't tolerate. My anger still was the fact that I had his death too swift. He should be killed in the most horrible way and then revived and killed again just because of what he did. The things that J saw tonight, I wish she could unsee them. Definitely, I was going to punish every single one in this packed house who made her leave without my permission, everyone. As for the driver, he had died right there in the club and he should be grateful he died early and not in my hands. I stared at her, her face finally calm as I washed her body with soap
Lance's POVI was totally angry with what had happened and was bent on making sure everyone who was around when Maria J went out of the pack house got punished.They were at fault for not stopping her from leaving the premises. I cannot imagine what J would think of me now ever since she witnessed all that had happened. What was her view of me going to be like?And the thought of her at the point of death, what would have become of me if something had happened to her. Now, I’m so desperate to mark her so that I can feel her every feeling and sense when she is in danger.The scene had been too bloody for her to see, it would definitely traumatize her. She should not have witnessed me changing into something she had never known and she shouldn't have seen me kill Jonathan. That bastard just knew the right button to press to make me kill him. How dare he talk about a second chance mate when I was still trying to woo J?He was lucky his death was an easy one. And those fools that call th
J's POV"Ah...." My voice came out low as I snapped my eyes open. My head was hurting me really bad as I felt a severe headache. I closed my eyes again and once again opened it. My hands flew to hold my head as I felt like it was going to fall off.'What is going on?' I asked myself because I felt like crying. My head was weighing me like a rock was being placed on it and not letting out a single tear proves how strong I am.I tried to move but paused when I saw Lance standing by the window. He had fully turned to me and we both locked gaze.I bit on my lips trying to stand up but eventually fell back on the bed forcefully causing me to wince loudly."Ahh..." The way I landed on the bed was hard cause I felt my head almost pulling out of my body.Lance immediately rushed towards me and held me as he called,"J? J, are you okay?" He asked with a panicked voice and I stared at him not being able to say a word cause of the pain I was feeling."J?" He touched my head, his hand naturally
J's pov.I jolted upright with a start, my heart pounding on my chest and against my rib cage. My forehead was covered with beads of sweat as a searing headache washed over me."Arrgh!" A low groan escaped my lips as I instinctively clutched my head in agony, feeling my face drained of blood, becoming pale.Fuck! The pain made me lose focus for more than one minute. With my back arched, I grabbed the sheets tightly. What the hell was wrong with me?Was it a hangover? But still, the pain was not supposed to be this much, right?I gritted my teeth as my body shook with the torment. After some minutes, when I felt like I was about to be wrecked by the pain, it drained out of my body.~ Phew ~A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I panted. A metallic taste of iron suddenly filled my mouth and I felt a stinging pain on my lips. I seemed to have bit myself, unknowingly. After regaining my composure, I rose up to walk into the bathroom to wash away the sticky sweat that clung to my body,
J's POV"I know," Anna said lightly, causing my eyes to widen in utter shock. My body shuddered uncontrollably as I stared at Anna in disbelief, while she lowered her head and fidgeted with her hands nervously. "Y...You knew? No, that can't be true, what do you know?" I asked, feeling a throbbing sensation on my temple and my eyelids twitched with unease. It couldn't be what I was thinking right?Anna kept quiet, her face was completely pale and she turned her head away to avoid my gaze."Will you talk? What are you talking about? What do you know? It's not what I'm thinking right? You definitely won't be here if you really know, is there something else you are hiding?" I asked, annoyance evident in my voice.Anna hesitated for a while before speaking up, "J, I know that they are all werewolves." She started and I finally frowned. S...She knew? She really knew?I let out a loud exhale before darting her a piercing look, "How did you know? Why didn't you run? Why didn't you tell me
Lance's POVJustin had returned to the pack house after doing exactly what I wanted."Were you able to get rid of every single one of them?" I asked him if he had killed the male strippers the moment he came to take a seat opposite my desk in my study. I had buried myself in some of the paperwork I was busy with it. I wanted to be with J but I couldn't, at least not now. I had to be patient so she could finally get herself together."Yes... I had every single one of them killed and their heads are in the dungeon, just as instructed. And I'm very certain that in their next life, they would not ever dare think to cross an Alpha who doesn't joke with his mate." Justin said. I frowned seeing that he knew the reason I asked for them to be killed. I had broken the disc as I didn't want any other person to set Hands or eyes on the footage. I'll have to go to the dungeon and see their heads for myself. It might give me the satisfaction that I had been seeking since the club saga. That was
J's pov."Where are you going with a bag, J?" Lance asked again and I could feel the solemnity in his voice, causing me to stop in my steps. "I want to leave this place." I turned to him and said tentatively. An innate fear towards him already grew in my heart and I was not able to look him in the eye.He cleared his throat before speaking up, "Why? Why do you want to leave?" He asked and I almost sneered. Why couldn't I leave? But, I didn't dare to say that out loud, what if he just transformed into a werewolf and trampled me under his large paws, turning me into a bloody paste?"I can't stay here any longer, I want to leave, you won't stop me right?" I asked doubtfully, hoping he would agree, but..."J, I can't allow you to just leave, I...."I only heard the first part of his statement when my face paled.Why? Why won't he let me leave? Why? What use do I have for him?In desperation, I quickly dropped my bag and fell on my knees. I brought my two hands together in a pleading ma