Possession: Taken By the Alpha King

Far from home

    Jace covered his ears and recoiled from her screaming. Sleep, he commanded her mind and she dropped to the floor. Scooping her up, he threw her over his shoulder. He made his way through the mansion. He let out a long deep howl. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and came running.    They left the mansion in shambles. And raced off into the night. With Jace in the lead. Twenty minutes later. They found the horses, guards, and carriage. They shifted back into human form.    Roman looked at Jace confused. I thought you said no prisoners. Jace sent him a warning look. A look that said you dare to question me. Jace walked over to Roman. And just stood over him looking down.    Roman shoulders slumped and he bowed his head. As a sign of respect, and not weakness. Jace slowly backed off. Angel was placed in the carriage and everyone mounted. They rode off toward Wolftopia. While Angel slept in the carriage.   Roman kept side-eyeing Jace. He was confused as to his actions. First, he gave specific instructions not to harm the Royal Blood Pack. At the last minute. He refused to allow anyone upstairs. And to top it off, he was bringing her back.    Angel's head was still throbbing. Stirring, she grabbed her temples. She groaned, it felt like something took a hammer to it. Slowly awareness was coming to her. Her bed... Her bed felt and smelled different.    It was so bright, her eyes fluttered open. She squinted against the brightness. After a few minutes, her eyes adjusted to it. She scanned her surroundings. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Chaos, her mother screaming, someone breaking down her door.    She gasped and her hand naturally went to her mouth. What had become of them? Have they locked up someone in here as well? Where exactly was here? She looked around once more. Nothing was familiar to her.    Seems she'd slept all night, Jace's maid said. The spell usually only lasted an hour tops. But he usually only had to cast it on other ware wolves. Jace had just woken up. The sun was streaming through his slightly parted drapes. Looking at his clock, it was only six in the morning.   He got up and began his morning workout. After a couple of hours. He headed for his shower. After a hot shower. Jace donned jeans, a t-shirt, and running shoes. Jace headed over to his office.    The bed Angel was on was much larger than hers and extremely comfortable. Getting off the bed, she scanned the room. Crimson red, trimmed with gold was the color theme. Fresh roses are set in a centerpiece on a table. That set near one corner. The table looked like white marble.    On either side were two cushioned chairs. Hanging on the wall were portraits. Painted by world-class artists. Crystal glasses and fine china decorated the intimate setting. Upon moving her feet, she realized she was chained. Good heavens, what is this?   A light knock came at the door. And then the door was pushed open. Good morning Miss. King Jace demands your presence within the hour. The maid placed fresh clothes, towels, and slippers. The shower room is through there.           The maid pointed down a short hallway. I'll return to escort you. And with that, she was gone. Forty-five minutes later the maid returned. She took one look at Angel. Sighing her shoulders slumped ever so slightly.    Oh no, no, no. She said under her breath. Angel noticed the worried look on her face. But pretend not to. The guard came in and unchained her from the bed. Going out of the room.    Angel obediently followed the maid down the hall. They came to and started descending a set of winding stairs. And soon they came to another. Finally, they came to a pair of huge double doors. The guard knocked, and the sound echoed. Enter, the deep voice said.    Coming from the other side. The guard and maid pushed open the massive doors. As Angel entered the room. The young man seated at the table just stared. It was unnerving, he watched her like she was his prey. Yet he was so, dare she say it.    Sexy. Sandy blonde dreadlocks were held in a high neat ponytail. Skin the color of burnt caramel. Yummy plump lips. With a hint of dimples as he spoke. Emerald's green eyes burned their trail down her body. He was seated in an oversized chair.    One large leg flung over one side.  Angel was brought into the center of the room, before Jace. King Jace, I present to you, Lady Angel. Jace looked her up and down. He glared and turned toward the maid. Come! She bowed her head and walked over to the center.    What is the meaning of this? His voice boom with anger. Alpha, I, I did as you ordered. But she didn't change. Can you do anything right?  He yelled at the maid.    Angel watched in irritation. As her lip began to tremble. My lord... Get out of my sight you worthless mutt. At that, the maid burst into tears. And hurried out of the room. With all due respect Alpha Jace.    That was uncalled for. The guard let out a sound. He took a step back. And looked at Angel as though she had three heads. Angel kept talking. She asked me to change, but I refused.    Jace looked at her with a smirk. What are you smirking at? She asked angrily. How dare you defy a direct order from me? Because I, I, I. His eyes started to glow green. Those eyes Angel thought.   Where have I seen them? I have my rights. He let out a loud deep chuckle. It vibrated around the room and off the walls. Angel's blood ran cold. Jace unfurled his large from the chair.    The chair hid how truly massive he was. It stood, standing about 6'7" to her meer 5'8" frame. She stood there with a defiant tilt to her chin. Full pouty lips, creamy milk chocolate skin. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun. That was now messy.    She had the posse of a dancer. Head high, back straight. Big round dreamy eyes. What the hell was he thinking? She was a mutt. She was human.    He slowly made his way toward her. Your rights went out the window a long time ago. Now bow before me. No, she said in disgust. What have you done with my parents she yelled. Lower your voice, but she just kept yelling.    Jace jerked her up by her collar. Jace! Roman called.  She kicked her feet, and scream for him to release her. He dropped her. She fell to the ground with a soft thump. You will respect me or be punished.    Never! She yelled from the ground. Guards?! He said in a commanding voice. Two guards grabbed either one of her arms. "Let me go, she screamed." And squirmed around trying to break free. They were much too strong.    Take her down. She continued fighting. They held her arms fast as he exposed her neck. She froze, wait what are you. She was cut off by his actions. He shifted before her. Looming over her, he saw the fear he invoke. The fear she tried to hide. He grabbed her arm and she cried out. As he roughly pulled her back against him. He leaned down and nipped her neck. Leaving his mark and scent there.