Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

29

CALLUM

My pulse races as I walk into the Norbury packhouse, my gaze greedily sweeping over the interior. There’s nobody in sight. The sound of approaching footsteps yanks my attention to the hallway off the kitchen, but the dark eyes that meet mine aren’t the ones I’m seeking. Chase emerges, his hulking form swallowing up the view of the hall behind him.

I lift my chin in greeting, my eyes gravitating toward the opposite hallway that houses the guest rooms.

“She’s not here,” Chase provides, knowing exactly who I’m looking for, and my shoulders sag as a pang of disappointment stabs in my gut.

Days have passed since our run-in at the cabin, and again, so much was left unsaid. That seems to be the theme every time Nessa and I see one another lately. I’m always left memories makes my pulse go linger in the doorway. I never got the chance. to tell Alpha Vaughn just how much those meetings meant to me. I wish I had, but none of us could have anticipated that he’d be taken from us so soon, least of all the son who now takes his seat on the opposite side of the desk.

Chase beckons me inside with a flick of his head, my movements jerky as I step into the room and take the seat across from him. It’s strange seeing Chase in his father’s chair; my childhood friend now technically my superior. I suppose he always had rank in the pack as the alpha’s son, but I’ve never

really felt the effect of that rank until right now.

“You probably know what this is about,’

Chase drawls, leaning back in his chair and crossing an ankle over his knee.

His relaxed stance puts me at ease and I blow out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, sinking back in my own chair. “No clue, actually. Thought we already covered the whole Miles thing.”

Though I haven’t been back to the packhouse since beating the crap out of Miles in the kitchen, I’ve seen Chase several times over the last week, the first of which was later that day. Miles had already filled him in on the reason I jumped him, and Chase totally understood where I was coming from, even going so far as to apologize for throwing me out after the fight before he got all the facts. While he has to take a neutral stance as Alpha, I’m pretty sure he would’ve done the same had he been in my shoes. He alluded to as much.

“You guys work things out?” Chase asks, arching a brow.

I shake my head. Truthfully, I’ve been avoiding Miles because I’m still so pissed off that I’m liable to rip the guy apart if I come across him. It wasn’t enough for him to move in on Nessa after I left, he just had to drive an even bigger wedge between us upon my return. Fuckin’ insecure prick.

Chase heaves a sigh. “C’mon, man. We don’t let shit like this linger.”

“No?” I challenge. “What if he pulled that crap with Vienna?”

The muscle in his jaw ticks. “He wouldn’t have had the chance,” Chase growls. “I knew what I wanted and I claimed my mate.”

While he doesn’t outright say it, I pick up on his stinging insinuation. I’m the one who left. I’m the one who gave someone else an opportunity to move in on my girl because I didn’t claim her when I had the chance.

“That’s not why I asked you to come over, though,” Chase breathes, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the edge of the desk. He laces his fingers together, leveling me with a weighty stare. “I want to offer you a position as an enforcer for the pack.”

My jaw goes slack. This is definitely not what I was expecting when he called me to come over today- and while I should be fucking ecstatic, I can’t ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Alpha Vaughn was grooming me to be an enforcer. I’m sure Chase knows that. What he doesn’t know, though, is the secret that his father was protecting for me. The one that my stepdad has been holding over my head since Vaughn passed, threatening to out me to Chase if I don’t toe the line and further his own agenda.

Chase looks to me expectantly, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips, but it falls when I shake my head.

a hand over my face, fucking hating that I can’t just

an enforcer. My dad thought so.” He narrows his eyes on me, studying my blank expression like he’ll find the answer

fists on my lap. I do want it, more than he knows, but if I take it, Troy will throw a fit. He’ll use what he knows to sabotage

about

eyes, waving a hand. “Bullshit. I’ve known you my

“But you don’t know

again, leaning over the top of the desk. “What’s this really about?”

unfurling my fists and staring at

should tell him.

that has been hanging over me since Alpha Vaughn died. He deserves to know, both as my alpha and as my friend. Chase is

the same way again once he knows. Then again, that’s my own cross to bear; I can’t take back what I’ve done. And once I

knows me; understands

have to

a deep breath, steeling my resolve. Deciding to finally own up to my deepest, darkest secret, and hoping that things won’t

comes out doesn’t even sound like my own. “I’m a killer.” My gaze snaps up to meet his. “I’ve killed before.”

hand. “So has everyone

the words out. I haven’t talked about it since that night. “Remember the

We all got fuckin’ blitzed that night after stealing those bottles of whiskey

to dance, tripping over their own feet and bumping into people. I remember the heavy scent of perfume stinging my nostrils as a woman slid onto the barstool beside mine, leaning

who was staying at the lodge. We started talking, and she invited me up to her room.

I was seventeen, and she was hot.

his eyes. Afraid I’ll lose my nerve if I do. “I went up with her, and one thing

and fuck, I did too. I was so

flash in my mind of her lying on the bed, eyes closed and body motionless. “And then I didn’t know what

party with her. He went in there to see what happened and I just fucking took off. When he found me, he brought me here, to your

Vaughn and demanded that I be dealt with. He said I was a danger to the pack and insisted on

Why rather than punishing me, he helped

shredded any record of her being at the lodge that night. Then your dad sat me down and he… I don’t know

about my home life growing up; the source of my deep-seated rage. He’s the only person I’ve

a killer living under his roof, so your dad set me up with my apartment. Started training me to be an enforcer, helping me work through my aggression in a healthy way.” I swallow hard, staring down at my lap. “After he died, though, Troy started holding it over my head, threatening to tell you, which is why I’m telling you now. So you have all the facts before deciding if you really want someone like me as an enforcer

eyes. He slumps back in his chair, watching me carefully as he digests my admission.

secret, even from his

quiet. My skin crawls. The deafening silence is too much, grating on my

swiping a hand over his chin and staring at me with an expression

about the murder or the cover-up, but not this. I didn’t expect

he mumbles

snap my mouth closed and

scrubbing a hand over his face. “Well fuck me. This is… shit, this is heavy. I had no fucking idea. I mean I knew something happened last year when you started doing side projects for my dad, and we all wondered why you