The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 127

Jason’s POV

“Now isn’t a good time for this,” told her icily. I didn’t like her tone, or the accusation she was throwing at me. “I was drugged. And in the moment, I had thought that Vanessa was Laila…”

Brittany winced backwards like I had struck her. “aila? Why were you thinking about Laila at all? What does she have to do with any of this?”

“I want you to understand. It wasn’t Vanessa that I was attracted to, but a memory of Laila.”

“And that’s supposed to make it better?” Brittany scoffed. “Laila is dead, Jason. She’s been dead a long time.”

“I know that.”

“But you are still alive. And you need me. Soon we are going to be married and hated. We will need heirs. You need to be able to kiss me without thinking of the past. Without living there!”

Her words were spat with venom, but nothing she said wasn’t right.

“Kiss me,” she said. “Kiss me and prove to the both of us that you actually can.

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I didn’t want to kiss Brittany, but I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Especially when she was right like this. I needed to be able to kiss her. After our wedding, we would need to produce heirs together, so I would have to do so much more than kiss

her.

The idea of sleeping with Brittany did nothing to stir passion inside of me, but maybe if when I closed my eyes, I thought of someone else…

Memories of Vanessa…

Memories of Laila…

They merged together in my mind as I took Brittany into my arms, closed my eyes shut, and pressed my lips to hers.

I did everything I could to keep the thoughts of Laila… of Vanessa… at the forefront of my mind. If I could keep thinking of them, and the hot things we had done together, than maybe I could keep myself erect long enough to finish this.

But, holding Brittany was nothing like holding Laila. Brittany’s curves weren’t natural, and her lips tasted like lipstick and lip gloss. Still, I kept my mouth to hers, trying to make this work.

Her fingers went for the buttons of my shirt, as she popped one after another open all the way down my quest.

Her hands then pressed to the bare skin of my chest. Her fingernails were too long, they scratched uncomfortably against my

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I wasn’t into this at all, and was losing motivation quickly.

“Take my clothes off, baby,” Brittany said. “Make me yours.”

Brittany’s voice scratched through my mind like nails on a chalkboard, shattering any lingering illusion I had about who I was with. My dick, only partially swelled, immediately went flaccid.

Even kissing her made my stomach turn.

I put my hands on her arms and eased her back from me.

“Stop,” I said.

Her lipstick was smeared. Instead of feeling proud about that, I felt ashamed. She wasn’t who I wanted. At all. And my whole body was revolting against the idea.

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“I’m sorry, Brittany Truly. I need more time.”

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Her face filled with disgust. “Whatever is holding you back, you had better figure it out soon, Jason. Our mating ceremony is coming quickly. And if we don’t have heirs soon after that, we could lose everything Alpha Dustin will invade, or someone else will. We’ll never be stable until there are children.”

“I know that,” I said. “I don’t need your lecture”

“Then act like it,” Brittany snapped.

“Get out, Brittany. I didn’t ask for you to be here. I told you I needed space right now. Just, get out.”

She lifted her chin like she was annoyed with me, but she didn’t say anything, instead, she huffed and left me, finally giving me

the room I had asked for.

I whipped my mouth with the back of my hand, hoping to remove the lingering acidic taste of that lipstick.

My wolf rumbled inside of me, angry and unsettled.

“She is our mate,” I told him.

He chuffed within me.

“Whether we like it or not is irrelevant now,” I said. “She is ours, and we need to accept it.”

My wolf pulled away from me in defiance.

I lowered my head, feeling nothing but shame.

Brittany’s POV

like he had any right. How could he treat me like I was some

I couldn’t believe that Jason was continuing to reject me, unwelcome call girl or mistress, when I was the one who was set to become his wife?

If anything, he should be tripping over himself to sleep with me. And yet here I was, on the outs, playing second fiddle to a dead woman. Or worse, to Vanessa Harper.

Why should she get to have Jason when I could not? She hadn’t known about the drugs in his coffee, but she still hadn’t pushed him away when he came onto her. From what I could gather, from what was said and overheard, Vanessa had been a very withing participant in their activities.

That bitch,

Who did she think she was? How did she think she had any right to sleep with Jason?

He was mine.

It was past time for me to fix this Vanessa situation. I didn’t care if her sob story about her little girl was true or not. Nothing was going to stop my wrath now.

I went to my room and opened my cell phone. I had many contacts, but the one I was looking for now was a reporter I knew. “Brittany? What a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again now that Alpha Jason finally agreed to set a date.”

“This is about business, not pleasure this time,” I told him. “I have a scoop for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“Vanessa Harper,” I said. “I have it on good authority that she is both morally and financially bankrupt. Not a very good way to run a business, is it? Plus, she’s cheating on her fiancé.”

The reporter hummed. “Tell me everything.”

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