The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 237

Laila’s POV

William was hesitant to leave me alone, but with my persistence that Ava needed him more than I did, he reluctantly agreed and finally left.

It had been a very long day. I was exhausted and sore and wanted nothing more than to spend a few moments in silence, relaxing in my own bed.

With how tired I was, I thought sleep would find me swiftly. Instead, I tossed and turned for hours. The uncomfortable pain shooting through my back was only part of the reason I couldn’t sleep.

The other reason was guilt.

For a long time, I had kept secrets from Jason about who I was, about Ava, about what happened to me after I had left the pack house.

But now, the truth was going to come out whether I wanted it to or not. At the courthouse, I would have to tell everyone who I really was, but was that how I really wanted Jason to find out?

It wasn’t.

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I wanted to just tell him, to get it over with. Maybe then I could find some peace.

He wouldn’t forgive me. He would be angry. But I wasn’t a coward.

I rolled over, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. It was almost midnight, and I didn’t know if he would be awake. But texting felt too impersonal for what I needed to convey.

Before I could change my mind, I found his number in my contacts and clicked call.

Immediately, regret flooded through me, coupled with a flash of fear over what his reaction could be. Recently, we’d been growing closer. Almost something like friends, if not something more.

All while I’d been keeping such a big secret about who I was, and who his daughter was.

The phone rang and rang, and I realized I would have to leave a voicemail. If he saw I called without a message, he might panic

As I was trying to think of what to say, the call connected and Jason’s voice came through the line.

“Hello? Van-” He cut himself off from saying the name. “Are you alright? Are you in trouble?”

“I’m okay,” I told him. “But… I want to talk.”

“Okay.”

I opened my mouth to tell him, but I hesitated. This too felt impersonal.

“Can you come over?” I asked. “I know it’s late, but…”

“I’ll be there,” Jason said, without hesitation. No question at all.

After hanging up, I got out of bed and pulled on a robe. In the kitchen, I put on some coffee. Before it had finished brewing, my doorbell rang

I stood still for only a moment, inhaling. Exhaling. Preparing myself for a hard conversation.

Then, after only a few seconds, I turned and went to the door. When I opened it, Jason was standing there, looking as tired as I felt. He wasn’t in his usual suit, but just a t–shirt and slacks. I stepped back from the door and let him enter, then closed the door behind him.

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“In making coffee in the kitchen,” 1 told him.

He nodded and together, we started walking that way.

“How are you feeling?” he askedine. “Is your back okay?”

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