The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Laila’s POV

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“No, honey,” I said gently. The rope in her eyes seated me, but I couldn’t lie to her just to keep her happy. Eventually she would learn the truth, that Jason and I were not going to get together, and she would be even more trart.

Better to squash this early, so spare her the hurt.

“Jason and I are just friends now. And this is only a business trip.”

Her smile dimmed ever so slightly and I hated myself for taking that away from her.

“Well,” she said, rallying slightly. “Maybe a business trip could become a romance trip.”

I didn’t have the heart to ruin her dreams a second time, so I stayed quiet.

Run

The word was crystal clear in my mind, and in a voice I knew I could trust. I pumped my small legs as fast as they could go, but I was so young, I couldn’t go as fast as the wolves that chased me.

I had nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. I was just a little girl and they were strong wolves in their prime.

But I kept running, the smell of smoke and death around me, howls and cries and battle clashes in the distance.

Even so, I could sense a wolf behind me, closing in, his paws slamming the street like thunder cracks.

I looked back, but then lost my footing and stumbled down.

The wolf lunged.

“Laila?”

A hand touched my arm and I jolted awake.

I was in the cushy chair of a private jet, buckled in for light turbulence. Jason was beside me, looking over at me with worry in his eyes. His hand was still on my arm.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “You were trembling, and you kept whispering.”

“What was I saying?” I asked, my voice shaky, just like my hands that I rubbed together.

Jason frowned deeply. “Run.”

A shiver ran up my spine.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked me, but I wasn’t ready to tell him. The dreams were too real, too frightening, and I still had no idea what they meant.

“I think I’m just stressed,” I said, deflecting.

His gaze stayed on me, scrutinizing.

“I was running from something,” I said, giving in, just a little. “But I don’t know what, exactly. War? Fire. Fighting. I’m not sure

all that I saw.”

“Border dispute?” Jason asked. That was the most common reason for werewolves to attack each other, but in that case, they generally kept the fighting between the warriors of each pack. Sometimes border towns would find themselves caught in the middle, but it was unspoken werewolf rules to try to keep the innocents out of the fight as much as possible.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “There was a town, and it was burning. People were dying, not just warriors. Everyone. I was being

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