Page 70 of Chasing The Alpha's Son
“You’re…?”
“I’m totally into girls. And I thought…”
I can see how pained she is, how remorseful, and I want to intervene, because I understand, don’t I?
“You thought if you mated with Jasper, it would go away and you wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.”
“Pretty dumb, hey? Thinking lying to everyone would change something that’s in me, part of me.”
“We’re all struggling,” I say. “The thing I don’t get is why you’ve been freezing me out…”
“Ugh, I guess I thought I deserved your hatred or something, like I didn’t deserve to be friendly with you. So, I acted like I felt, like an asshole. And I guess I thought if I let you get close enough I’d have to come clean, so I kept avoiding you.”
“Didn’t work, did it?” I say, laughing a little.
Olivia sits back and finally looks at me; there’s relief in her expression—and regret.
“Can’t fight something that’s inevitable,” she says. “And while we’re coming clean…”
She rubs her hands, palms down, on top of her thighs. What’s coming now?
“You’re not the only person I’ve been avoiding.”
I tilt my head, scrunch my face up.
“What do you mean… Who…?”
Olivia arches a brow and my mouth opens in a gasp of realization.
“Your mate!”
She nods and buries her face in her hands again, but more like a shy puppy this time.
“Um, okay dish, who is it? Someone from back home?”
She bites her lip nervously and shakes her head. I’m desperate to know who her mate is, but I’m also enjoying seeing this softer side of Olivia. She’s always been badass, but she’s kind of a sweetheart too. I guess love makes a fool of us all.
“Someone from here?” I hazard a guess.
Olivia nods.
“Who is she?!”
I’m almost bouncing out of my seat, causing Olivia to shush me and hold me in place.
“Be quiet, I… I don’t want them to know. I don’t think I’m ready for…all that.”
For a second I’m back on the balcony, Clayton with rage in his eyes and his fist raised. There might be more queer people about than I first thought, but there are haters too.
“I get it,” I say. “You don’t have to tell me who it is.”
This strange giddy expression crosses her face, and I recognize it immediately. She wants to tell me, to speak the person’s name, and speak the mate bond into existence.
“Let’s just say,” she begins, being all coy, which is weird coming from Olivia, “I can understand your predicament better than you’d think.”
For a second I don’t understand. My mind starts reeling through Rocky Pack girls like I’m scrolling through contacts in my phone. Then I land on a name and suddenly everything makes sense. The way Olivia reacted when we first met her. The way she hasn’t been spending that much time around Jasper…
“Mia?” I ask.
