Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

A stern glare from Ruby made her leave us.

The loud jeering from the crowd made me walk forward, my throat tightening. Was I ready? I thought I was over him, but with how my heart was beating rapidly, I doubted it. Ruby excused herself to get us a drink.

I stood at the VIP corner. My eyes met his for a fleeting second. Dressed in a sharp, tailored navy blue suit, he didn’t look much different from the last time I saw him. Old memories flooded my mind. My heart raced, but I couldn’t stare at him. The pain, the ache—I couldn’t bear it.

I thought I had gotten over this. I thought I was a grown-up now and that it wouldn’t hurt. Lies.

One minute, I was standing at the dinner party; the next, I found myself running away.

I stopped running, my chest pounding heavily. Suddenly, the place I stood in became dark. The light was suddenly turned off. I couldn’t tell which was the lesser demon: was it the fact that I was running away from Jason, or the darkness I was so afraid of?

“Hi, Baby Vixen!” The light was suddenly on.

“Hi, Baby Vixen!” The light suddenly flickered on, and I flinched, turning back at the sudden voice. I had thought I was alone.

Cold eyes stared at me, like frozen steel; his gaze was enchanting, as if he could see straight through me.

“Who are you?” I stuttered, my throat suddenly feeling dry.

He smirked. His looks were dangerous, and he didn’t look like any werewolf. His muscular body was almost visible, even beneath the suit he was wearing. His dark, mysterious gaze raked over me, and his eyes held a glint of mockery.

“So, this is your safe haven away from your scandal?” he grinned, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. He was mocking me.

I gritted my teeth together, an unknown anger washing over me. How dare he remind me of something I was running away from?

I tilted my chin, refusing to be defeated by him. “Wherever I stay is none of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I said as his long legs took steady strides closer to where I stood. I took a step back. He was so imposing as he towered over me, and I was compelled to look up.

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He seemed to be enjoying it. The glint of mockery was still present on his face. I could read his expression even without him voicing it—he was laughing at my height.

I mean, I was 5’7″ and hadn’t considered myself short until this very moment. Everyone was at the party, so I wondered what he was doing there. I was pretty sure he was new to the pack, as I hadn’t seen him before.

“Ryder Kael,” he said, a taunting smile spreading across his face. He was handsome, no doubt—dangerously handsome, if I must confess. His dark hairline, dangerous gaze, and broad, muscular shoulders made him striking.

“Jasmine Thane,” I replied, stupid or not. At least telling him my name wouldn’t hurt.

He grinned. “Of course, I know the story of the adopted Jasmine Thane who was mated to Jason Thane but was rejected because she’s wolfless p>

Anger welled up inside me as he recounted my misfortune. How dare he? No one, no one, had ever made me this furious. I gritted my teeth. One minute, I was trying to hold myself back from retaliating; the next, I heard a voice inside my head.

“We can’t spare this, Jasmine. Give him a taste!” the voice whispered in my ear. My fist connected with his jaw, and my hands grabbed his neck. My eyes were seething red now, and then fangs appeared from nowhere as I sank them deep into his flesh.

Realization suddenly dawned on me as I realized he was hurting. I stopped, taking a step backward.

Did I really do this? Wait, what had happened? Staring at my claws, I was stunned. The claws I could understand, but the fangs?