Page 60 of Chasing The Alpha's Son
Dots begin to connect in my head.
“This trip is about more than friendship, or blood moons,” Jasper continues. “It’s integral that I cement our allegiance with the Rocky Pack while we’re here. They’re our only ally with the resources to hold off a combined attack from our neighboring packs.”
Suddenly, I feel sort of guilty. Jasper’s been given a monumental task. He came out here to help protect the entire pack from the threat of invasion. I came because I thought we might make out.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”
“Because I meant what I said on the beach. You’re safer the farther you are from me. The less you know, the better.”
“But if you’d just told me, something, anything, I might not have followed you out here. I might not have entered that race. If you’d just talked to me you could have done your mission and not had to worry about me skiing off the side of a mountain.”
“Maybe you’re right.” He lowers his head.
“I am right.” I sit up straighter. “I’m sorry—I know I’m a pain but, Jasper, you kissed me and then ghosted. I hadn’t heard from you in three months. What did you think was going to happen?”
He laughs a little, but a sad sort of laugh.
“I hoped you’d get the message.”
What?I try to shake off the shock of what he’s just said, but his words are like a cobweb I’ve walked through.
“Even now you think us being apart is the best solution.”
“Max…”
The wind has picked up again outside and is rattling the windows.
“And what? You thought you’d come here and flirt with Mia—hell, maybe even choose her as your mate—just to save the pack, and it wouldn’t matter because I’d be better off? Why do you have to be the one to save us, Jasper? Huh? Why are you the only one responsible?”
“I told you I would never with Mia.”
There’s a loud thump outside, as if a good chunk of snow has just fallen from the roof.
I huff and jump back to my feet. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I stomp away from him, holding the back of my head in my hands.
“Then how come I saw you two being all coupley in town?”
“What?” He looks truly confused, but I know he’s not that dense.
“I saw you in that coffee shop. You looked pretty cozy.”
“It was just coffee.”
He stands, and the windows start shaking so hard I’m worried they’re going to fly off.
“And I saw the way you looked at her in the hot tub, and how you’ve been letting her hang off you.”
Jasper rounds the back of the sofa, coming toward me. “It’s not what you think.”
“Sure,” I huff.
Jasper stops, rubs his forehead, then glares at me from under his bangs. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”Where on earth is he going with this?
“You and that Mason kid.”
“Mason?”
