CHAPTER FOUR: MY MATE SAVES MY ASS

ANNA

"Stop struggling, baby; I'm going to fuck you real good." He's definitely high on something. He grabs my collar and rips my dress and bra apart; buttons fall nosily on the ground. My tits fall out of the dress and his greedy eyes appreciate what he sees. "I bet your tits are going to taste as good as they look."

I raise my hands and lash my palm against his face turning his head to the side. It doesn't take long for his head to straighten and his lust filled eyes to change to danger. I step back and try to adjust my dress but it's useless, the dress is ruined. I turn around and start running before he transforms because my wolf is a coward and can do nothing. I run out of the house and towards the jacuzzi, I don't know why but maybe for some weird reason I believe Jace will fight off this wolf for me.

Why will he save me when he believes I killed his father? Maybe because he wants to kill me himself?

Jace spots me first, and his lips turn into a frown. When he sees my naked state, something crosses his eyes...anger? Confusion? He jumps from the jacuzzi, water rolling down his black hair; he combs a finger through it, flexing muscular arms. The water rolled down his broad shoulders and rippled abs down to the V shape that's lost in his briefs. I gulp. I think I may have wet smy panties.

I hate him. He hates me. Why does my traitorous wolf keep forgetting?

His face mirrors my expression as something darker crosses his eyes, and this time I recognize it. Lust. I'm about to be attacked by a werewolf that's high on something, and here we are lustfully staring at our half-naked state.

I wait patiently for him to grope me, say how much he hates me but none of that come.

He takes a deep breath. "What happened to your dress?"

"Someone attacked me."

"Who?"

Something stupid raises its ugly head within me. "Why do you care?"

Jace grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him.It's violent, but unlike the other guy's touch, my wolf actually responds to Jace's touch. My bare tits are pressed against his chest, sending hot and cold currents through my entire body. I fill something hard-pressed into my stomach. His erection. Do I arouse Alpha Jace? "Only I have the right to physically assault you." He pushes me off him.

My eyes move to the heavy bulge between his thighs, threatening to burn a hole in his briefs. His eyes to tits. Madison immediately joins the scene, rubbing her wet body on Jace through her bikini. She glares. "Don't flatter yourself; I gave him that erection."

People are beginning to stare. I wrap my arms around my chest, realizing that Jace is not the only one getting a hard on from my naked state.

"My shirt is over there; put it on." Jace points to a heap of clothes in a corner before striding into the house.

Jace shifts into his wolf. Dark, angry, and strong just like him. After receiving a few claw scratches on his face and back, Jace's wolf sends the other guy against the wall; he falls in a loud thud. The crowd erupts in cheer as Jace ruthlessly kicks the other wolf in the gut. Repeatedly. He claws at his face. The wolf curls himself in a bloody ball and slowly shifts back to his human form, naked. But Jace's wolf doesn't stop. He lifts the poor guy up again and slams him against the wall. Slam. Kick. Slam. Kick. Jace's wolf continues the assault.

I scream and shout for him to stop; this has gotten too far. This definitely has nothing to do with me again.

With one final brutal slam against the wall, the guy falls lifeless on the ground. Everything stops. I look at people's faces for answers, but they are all passive. Jace just killed someone in front of half the students of our school, and no one can challenge.

His wolf disappears into the dark before returning in his human form with his brief still on him. His face and back badly scratched. He spits out blood. He turns to Caleb and Dash, "Bury him." No remorse. This is definitely not the first time he has killed someone.

He puts on his pants and walk towards where I'm standing, and his eyes say it all: I just killed a guy the same way I'm going to kill you. He grabs my wrist.

Madison appears from nowhere. "Oh... alpha, you're so hurt. Let me take care of you."

He pushes her off. She calls after him, but he ignores her. He drags me out of the house and towards the parking lot.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Did you drive?" He yells at me. "Then shut up and let me take you back."

What if he is taking me somewhere hidden so that he can kill me and bury my body without anyone knowing? I try to struggle against him, but his hold is too tight. He shoves me into the car and locks it before turning around to the driver's seat.

"Help. Somebody help me." I helplessly push at the door; there's no handle or button; everything is on the driver's end.

"Can you stop being stupid? They can't hear you, and even if they could, the chances are no one is coming to save you." He chews on his lips. "I just killed someone for you. Is this the thank you I get?"

Is he joking? "I didn't ask you to kill anybody." I yell.

He chuckles and nods his head. "Is that so?" He looks away from me, then back at me. He stretch out his hands. "My shirt."

"Pardon? I'm naked beneath this."

"So?"

"What was the need volunteering your shirt if you were just going to take it back?"

"I'm going to taste you before any of those horny losers, so why let them lust over you yet?"

I lift my hands and pull the shirt over my head, throwing it at him. He catches it but doesn't wear it. He just looks at me. No, at my tits.

"I didn't get to appreciate your tits earlier on." He tilts his head to the side, and my nipples pucker at their own accord.

I immediately wrap my arms around my chest, concealing my tits.

"Drop your arms."

I ignore his order and tighten my arms around myself. I glare at him challenging him to make me drop my arms.