Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 114

I step back each time he steps forward.

"You want your family to know, then you don't want your family to know. You want the right person to be caught for trying to kill you, then you just want it to be Suzie to get rid of her. You want Mr. Reynolds gone then you want him spared. You want to be luna then you don't. You want honesty when it sounds nice and you feel included..." He towers over me. "But then you want a pretty lie when it suits you, right?"

I stumble back a little. Then I right myself.

He watches me the entire time with cold eyes. "What is it that you want, Mia?"

"I want you to stop being so mean," I say.

"Now that's something we can agree on."

I raise an eyebrow, but he just keeps walking. I grab his arm. "What do you mean?"

He yanks his arm away from me, like I burned him. "What did I tell you about touching me?" he glares.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Suddenly it dawns on me. I look into his eyes. "Why can't I touch you, Aiden?"

He hesitates then his eyes narrow. "I just don't want you to."

Got 'em. "Maybe you're not being honest with yourself either," I say under my breath.

"Excuse me?"

I don't say anything.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

It's my turn to shrug. "I don't know. I think you're just upset because you feel left out or unwanted or something" I say, risking a glance towards his tight-faced expression.

"I'm not the one getting jealous over some girl and running into the arms of a different brother," he growls, low.

I shake my head. That's like a slap to the face. "See, it's comments like that, that prove my point. You always push me away, and then you get mad when I stay away. That's not fair, because you're doing that to yourself and blaming me." I look into his eyes. "There's a difference between honesty and playing it safe. I think you're playing it safe with all this talk about not being able to protect me and having to kill me instead of just saving me. Just save me, Aiden. Just don't let them take me away. Stop with all the what ifs."

He keeps walking. "You don't know what you're talking about."

I roll my eyes. Talk about denial. "It's the same with the imprint thing. What are you afraid of? That I'll reject you if you call me your mate?"