The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 303

Jason’s POV

“I can do it,” Laila said.

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“No,” I replied quickly. “There’s no way I’m putting you in front of Brittany. I’ll get the confession.”

Laila gave me a dubious look. Winston gave no indication what he was thinking, just staring at both of us. As an investigator, he likely saw more than I wanted him to see. Could he see the depths of my regret, for choosing Brittany in the past? My efforts in trying to protect Laila now, several years too late?

I tried not to feel like a bug under a magnifying glass as I focused on Laila. Winston was just an observer here. Laila was the one I needed to convince.

“She knows she will be recorded,” Winston sell. “I will go in with you, and we can attempt to convince her.”

“No attempt about it,” I said. “We are going to convince her.”

If we didn’t, if Brittany continued to deny everything she had done, half the pack would stand with her. I knew the surrounding packs were still waiting for their chance to strike. A weakness exposed like that would be the perfect opportunity.

Winston had no outward reaction to my words, but Laila seemed grim.

“Brittany doesn’t hate you enough to lose composure,” Laila said. “She hates me.”

“She hates me plenty,” I replied, determined to prove it. “I’m not putting you in there with her, and that’s final.”

Laila pressed her lips hard together. She wanted to argue, I could see it in her glare and the way tense way she was standing. But she didn’t say a word.

That was as close to her blessing as I was going to get. Looking at Winston, I said, “Let’s go.”

Laila’s POV

With Winston and Jason headed toward the interrogation room, one of the officers led Marcus and me to one of the rooms that was adjacent. This room was an observation room, narrow and dark, with most of the wall facing the interrogation room covered with a two–way mirror.

From here, we would be able to see directly into the interrogation room, without anyone in that room being able to see in here.

At that moment, Brittany was sitting at a table. She was handcuffed, but the cuffs were in the front of her body so she had free movement. On the table was a cup of coffee, and she would occasionally sip from it. She didn’t look at the mirror even once.

For a woman who had been panicking and pleading to Carter, she seemed awfully calm now.

A moment after we were settled, the interrogation room door opened. The officer with us leaned forward and turned on a speaker. Now we could hear as Jason and Winston entered. Brittany glowered at the sight of Jason, but the moment she spotted Winston, her entire demeanor changed. Suddenly she was frightened and sad, her eyes damp, her bottom lip pouty and trembling.

Winston, blessedly, stared back at her like the aged, experienced police officer that he was. Brittany might think herself a master in conning and manipulation, but Winston was an observant man who dealt with liars, murders, and thieves all the time. He had to see people like Brittany ten times a day.

“Why am I here?” Brittany said, and even her voice was shaky. “What have I done wrong?”

“You know exactly what you did,” Jason said.

“Jason, I’m innocent. You know that. I don’t know why you have this vendetta against me, but ”

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“Cut the act,” Jason said. “No one is buying it.”

“Act? This isn’t an act.” To Winston, she said, “I worry about him, sometimes. He has these weird delusions about me. Sometimes I think he actually hates me, with the way he conjures up these fantasies.”

“Uh huh,” Winston said, entirely apathetic.

“All I am guilty of is trying to provide the best life for my mate that a good Luna can,” Brittany said. “But it was never enough for him.”

“Stop these lies,” Jason said.

“Why could you never love me, Jason?” she asked.

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