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.

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

were practically born to be an enforcer. My dad thought so.” He narrows his eyes on me, studying my blank expression like

Troy will throw a

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

his eyes, waving a hand. “Bullshit. I’ve known you my entire fucking life.”

head. “But you don’t know

blank mask again, leaning over the top of

out a breath, unfurling my fists and staring at my palms.

should tell

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,

I can’t take back what I’ve done. And once I tell him, there’s no going back from that, either. What if he takes action where his

knows me; understands me

to tell

my resolve. Deciding to finally own up to my deepest, darkest secret, and hoping that things won’t change between us as a

own. “I’m a killer.” My gaze snaps up to meet

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

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

night after stealing those bottles of whiskey from the storage

they tried 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 over to rest

woman,” I force out 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 off limits for

she was hot. I was

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

delicate neck, the surge of power I felt when I applied pressure. The harder I squeezed, the more her eyes clouded with lust. She liked it, and fuck, I did too. I

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 my

me leaving the party with her. He went in there to see what happened and I just fucking

glance around the office, choking on the memories of that night. Troy delivered me to Alpha Vaughn and demanded that I be dealt with. He said I was a

Vaughn took pity on me. Why rather than punishing me, he helped

Boulder. No family, no real ties. They got rid of the body and shredded any record of her being at the lodge that night. Then your dad sat me down and he… I don’t know why, but he decided to give

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

didn’t want 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

in his chair, watching me carefully as he digests my admission. It’s clear from his reaction that he didn’t know.

even from his own

room falls completely quiet. My skin crawls. The deafening silence is too much, grating on my nerves and making my heart pound faster.

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

but no sound comes out. I expected him to ask questions about the murder or the cover-up, but not this. I

you’d lose control with Nessa like you did with that woman,” he mumbles to himself as he puts the

mouth closed and nod once.

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