Jace Alec の小説・ストーリー

There was no way that Jace Storme was staring at me. Jace Storme was the hottest guy in the world and possibly the entire universe. He had a slender athletic body, sparkly turquoise eyes as bright as the sun, shortly cropped brown hair that he enjoyed to spike and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. He was the captain of the soccer team, football team, dance team, and he was the lead in the school's musical. He was the most popular junior at Macintyre High, easy. He would never be caught dead talking to me, much less gazing at me. It was probably just the stupid glasses not working for me.

Or like he knew the thing that followed him would do all the killing for him. Jace finally stopped five meters away, just before the fractured edge of the vault floor where the old structure began to spiral downward into the core. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked at Alessio, and for the first time since they were boys training in the backyards of bloodied estates and stolen legacies, he looked… sorry. “You brought this on us,” Alessio said. Jace nodded once, slowly. “I didn’t open the vault to win,” he said, his voice lower than it used to be, like it had been dragged through gravel. “I opened it so you’d finally understand what our fathers left us to inherit.”

His mind raced, wondering who it could be, and whether they were friend or foe. With one swift motion, he swung the door open, the gun in his hand now raised, his eyes scanning the yard. But what he saw made his heart stop. Standing at the edge of the porch was a figure, cloaked in shadow. But as they stepped forward, the faint light revealed a face Alejandro had thought he would never see again. It was Jace. But he didn’t look the same. His usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced with a ghostly pallor and a look of exhaustion that spoke volumes.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

She perched on the armchair nearest the window, tucking her legs beneath her, while Jace settled onto the couch opposite, his posture still sharp but less imposing. He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “Let’s start properly.” His voice was low, measured. “I’m Beta Jace…” He paused, as though weighing how much to reveal. “…of Blackthorn Pack. And, well—you’ve already met Alpha Julian Hale.” Her stomach clenched at the name. She kept her face carefully blank. “And you are?” Jace asked gently. Her fingers tightened against the armrest. “Kaelani.” She left it at that. No last name—because there wasn’t one, aside from the one she created to blend into the human world.

“Jace Harrington?” “Yes….. Like… hitting on me as Spicy or as Sabrina in school?” I asked. “Of course, as Spicy. I know you guys are cat and mouse in school.” “He’s the rat in this case, because I’ll keep hunting him… and that so-called fiancée, Alice.” “I hear his father is a major financier at Wexford too. That’s why he has an edge in school.” “Trust me, Bree. Yes, he’s rich, but grades? Politics doesn’t touch that. Jace isn’t as sharp academically as people think,” I said, eyes fixed on the flashes of the Harrington Wellness & Sports Complex on the screen.

"Really? That’s it? He spoke differently, and now you want what from Brax? He’s marked and probably too busy with his new mate to talk to you. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Argo." I took a few deep breaths while trying to plead with Brax. "His name is Jace. Alpha Jace of the Winter Bone pack. The same fucking pack where my brother-in-law's mom was tortured. The same fucking pack that bought my sister and tried to kill her. His parents were dicks, and he’s probably the same." "My dad was bad too, Argo. That doesn’t mean Jace is as well." Mila argued. I understood she thought I was mean and stupid to her, but did she really not see that I wouldn’t just make this shit up?

*Why did he have to be so cruel? Jace Storm had been my tormentor for as long as I could remember, but something about this morning felt different. Worse. When I'd bumped into him—God, I was so clumsy—there had been something in his eyes that I'd never seen before. Something that made my stomach flutter in the most confusing way. Which was ridiculous. Jace Storm was everything I wasn't—confident, popular, devastatingly handsome. He was the future Alpha, destined to lead our pack, while I was just the keeper's daughter. We existed in completely different worlds, and he made sure I never forgot it.

Miso writhes painfully under my hold as he curses at my great aunt. “You have a son, yet I didn’t give you an heir, and I’m the traitor.” “Plenty of females were willing.” “I’m sure they were.” “Jaxon, get to Darnell…get to Mum, Josie and Runa…I won’t let him leave this office alive.” Jace must be able to sense the hesitation rolling off me. I finally had him, the Alpha to the White Moon pack…the pack that has plagued our family for decades…finally have his heart in my

I asked Jace in a confused way. Jace is the soon to be Alpha of my pack, the blood moon pack. He's so kind and soft hearted, he's the opposite of his father the alpha. We've been friends for long, Raven, Jace and I have been friends since we were kids. "No, it's not like it's a serious case you know. " He replied and shrugged. "Can you at least make me understand what's going on? And since when did we started hiding things from each other? " I questioned him while giving him a scrutinizing look.