Chapter 6

I let loose a snarl as I felt my control over my mate snap back to me. There was nothing that I could do about it at the moment with the sun rising and my inability to go out into the sun. She would never be able to get away as long as she existed since I had fed from her and we were connected now. It would be easy for me to find her, but I was pretty sure with my mind control gone, she knew what I was.

The only thing that I could do, was wait until sunset, so I could go to her. Time passed excruciatingly slow, while I tried to find something else to occupy my time instead of irritating the shit out of myself by coming up with ways to punish her for breaking away from my control.

When the sun was finally gone for the day, I dialed her phone number, only to reach her voicemail. I snarled, closing my phone as I tore out of my house. If I had to drag her back to my house and keep her there, so be it--screw the rules.

Arriving at her house, I sensed another one of my kind, and smirked when I recognized the scent. It belonged to none other than Rosalie Hale. I knew the bitch very well, seeing as I was one of her now dead ex-fiance’s “friends”, who he went drinking with the same night he raped her. She hated me with a passion once she realized who I was and we had never gotten along. If she was here for Isabella, though, it would be a cold day in hell for that bitch.

Pounding on the door, I could hear movement inside. I knew that her father was the police chief of this town, but I also knew that he wasn’t stupid and would know who I was.

It was none other than Rosalie Hale who opened the door, scowling at me. I glared at her in anger, wanting nothing more than to barge into the house and take my mate.

“Where is she?”

She glared back at me, which was surprising. Then again, she always did put on a hard front, even though she wouldn’t hurt a fly.

“Where is who?”

So she wanted to play stupid.

“She is mine.” I heard an intake of breath from around the corner that I knew belonged to my mate. “She is my mate. She belongs to me.”

There was a thud that sounded like a human body. I took off towards the doorway, where I was thrown back. Snarling in anger, I knew that would happen, but I was hoping that it wouldn’t. For whatever reason, our kind couldn’t enter a house unless we were invited in by a human. No one could explain why it was, but it was an annoying thing even if it protected humans.

“I knew I smelled your foul stench when I got here,” Rosalie hissed at me, smirking from the doorway. “There was no way Bella owned that car. She loves her truck too much.”

“What happened to her?” the man, I assumed he was her father, demanded.

“She must’ve heard,” Rosalie spoke, glaring at me. “Charlie, this is Jasper Whitlock.”

Ah, yes, this man definitely knew who I was. I was the only one who could put such fear into a human. Being one of the most dangerous of my kind had its perks; bringing fear to the head of a police department was one of them.

“You were the one who broke the connection,” I growled, my attention directed at her.

When I saw her smirk, I knew it was true. “It wasn’t me. If you want to blame someone, you can blame her mother for leaving a certain gemstone. You might recognize it as you tore it off me, when you attacked me all those years ago.”

I scowled. The gemstone, Jasper, was one of those fabled stones which kept our kind from getting into the brains of humans. These types of stones were particularly hard to come by, but there were some still out there. It seemed as though my mate had gotten her hands on one of those rare stones—possibly the rarest kind. It was ironic that the stone shared my very name when we were complete opposites. This stone protected her from me, while I wanted to have her as my own.

“Why are you still here?” she questioned. “You’re not getting into this house. No one in their right mind would let you in.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of my mouth. “You think it will be this easy to get rid of me? You know who you’re dealing with. I won’t stop until I get what I want.”

“We’ll take her away.”

“Stupid girl. We can track our meals or have you forgotten that? When we take blood from them, they become a part of our senses. She is my mate and her birthday is in three weeks. I will give her until midnight on her birthday, or I will bring in others, and I don’t think you would want that. It would mean death to the humans, punishment to you, and I would have my mate.”

“Over my dead body,” she hissed in anger.

I smiled, turning away from her. “Gladly, Miss Hale.”

I pulled out my phone as I walked down the steps. If they didn’t give my mate up, things would get very interesting.

Trouble ahead. Will explain later.

I sent the message and shoved my phone in my pocket.

Taking off, I decided to leave my car with my mate. She could consider it the first of many gifts, she will receive up to her birthday. The next one would arrive first thing in the morning, seeing as how I had already ordered it.

“You will invite me in, my mate. It is just a matter of time.”