Jace shoved the remains of the door out of his way and stood framed in the gap, his shoulders filling it from side to side.
Maybe he wasn't quite as big as his brother, or the hulking beast who was guarding the bedroom door. But he was tall, and broad, and an alpha.
He had sixty pounds and five inches on me at the least.
And he was looking at me like I was his next meal.
His eyes glowed, and his canines had lengthened. Ready to pierce my flesh and make me his, whether I wanted it or not.
"Jace," I said, trying for calm, even though my body quivered with the force of my rapid heartbeat. "Jace, don't. You don't want to mate with me. I'd be a terrible mate. You hate me. Remember? I don't cook and I don't submit and I don't —"
I broke off, all my other undesirable traits fleeing my mind and the words withering on my dry tongue as he stepped forward, slowly and deliberately.
It was so much worse than if he'd rushed me.
