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.

hating that I can’t just

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

it, Troy will throw a fit. He’ll use what he

you don’t know about me, Chase,” I grit out.

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

“But you don’t

mask again, leaning over the top of the

a breath, unfurling my fists and staring at

should tell him.

out from under Fuckface’s thumb, and the only way to escape the shadow that has been hanging over me since Alpha Vaughn died. He deserves to know,

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 tell him, there’s

that. He knows me; understands me more than

to tell

Deciding to finally own up to my deepest,

doesn’t even sound like my own. “I’m a killer.” My gaze snaps up

with the wave of a hand. “So has everyone who fought in the war against the shadow

and burying my face in my hands. I don’t even know how to get the words out. I haven’t talked about it since that night. “Remember the party up at the lodge for the

after stealing those

my friends as they tried to dance, tripping over their own feet and bumping into people. I remember the heavy scent of perfume

through clenched teeth. “A human who was staying at the lodge. We started talking, and she invited me up to her room. I knew it

was seventeen, and she was hot. I was thinking with

if I do. “I went up with her, and one thing led to another. We started fucking, and… she liked it

with lust. She liked it, and fuck, I did too. I was so lost in the moment that I don’t even know exactly when it happened- just that I suddenly realized

same hands that took a life that night. “I must’ve been squeezing her throat too hard… I killed her.” I see a flash in my mind of her lying on the bed, eyes closed and body motionless. “And then I didn’t know what to do, I fucking panicked. I put

what happened and I

the memories of that night. Troy delivered me to Alpha Vaughn and demanded that I be dealt with. He said I was a danger

on me. Why rather than

Rob looked into who she was,” I mutter. “She was a call girl from Boulder. No family, no real ties. They got rid of the body and shredded any record of her being at the lodge

home life growing up; the source of my deep-seated rage. He’s

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

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

even from his own son.

grating on my nerves and making my heart pound

Chase blows out a breath, swiping a hand over his chin and staring at me with an expression that I can’t quite

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

did with that woman,” he mumbles to himself as he puts the

closed

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 weren’t into random hookups like the rest of