Our Wedding Was Ruined and I Found a Husband `17

Jason’s POV 

I stumbled back into my room at the pack house like I’d just gone ten rounds with a freight train. 

This night was supposed to be simple. Business dinner. Shake hands. Trade empty promises with other Alphas. Maybe finally corner Vanessa Harper–the woman who’d been dodging me like I carried a disease–and pin her down for answers. 

Instead, I got… this. 

The woman who refused every offer I made? The one who reminds me so much of Laila. The one who poured coffee on Brittany and ordered us to be banned from her building. The one who bolted from that ballroom like death was on her heels after a call about her daughter. 

This woman was Vanessa Harper? 

There were too many coincidences. Too many threads pulling me in directions I didn’t want to go. 

I ripped off my tie and went straight for the whiskey. The expensive stuff. The bottle I usually saved for when politics got so dirty I can’t scrub the stink off. Tonight? I thought about the confusion and the ache that had taken up residence inside my chest ever since I first saw that woman. Vanessa. 

Yeah, tonight was a night worthy of whiskey. 

I didn’t even get the glass to my lips before the door opened without so much as a knock. 

Brittany. 

Silk negligee, blonde hair perfect, makeup untouched by the late hour. She looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine ad for the perfect Luna. Every Alpha’s dream. 

Except when I looked at her, I felt… nothing. 

“There you are,” she purred, sliding onto my bed like she owned it. “I’ve been waiting.” 

“Get out, Brittany.” 

Her brows shot up, insult painted across her perfect face. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me. Out. I’m not in the mood.” 

“You’re never in the mood!” Her voice pitched higher, petulant, like a spoiled kid denied candy. “We’re fated, Jason. The goddess chose us to be together. And after all this time, you still won’t mark me, or hell, even have sex with me, let alone make us official.” 

She wasn’t wrong. Six years. Six years of excuses, delays, every tactic in the book to avoid binding myself to her forever. 

“And these past few days,” she pushed, her tone sharpening into accusation, “you’ve been obsessed with that woman. The one who looks like your dead human whore.” 

Rage snapped through me, dark and sharp. The kind that makes Alphas violent. 

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“Watch your mouth.” 

“Why? She’s dead. Dead and gone, and still- 

“Because she was never a whore.” The Alpha command bled into my voice, thick and poisonous. “And if you ever talk about her like that again–fated or not–I’ll make you regret it.” 

Brittany flinched. Good. Maybe she finally understood the line she’d just tripped over. 

“The offer still stands,” I said, dragging the fury back under control. “Reject me first, and I’ll set you up. Enough money to live comfortably. Then you can find a mate who actually wants you.” 

Her eyes flashed, hurt and fury tangled together. “You’d rather be alone than with me?” 

The truth was yes. Hell yes. But saying it would just drag this fight out longer. 

“Think about it,” I muttered. 

She stood stiffly, smoothing the silk over shaking hands. “You’re still hung up on her. That pathetic human. Even dead, she matters more to you than I do.” 

“Brittany-” 

“Is that why you’re chasing Vanessa Harper? With all of her connections, do you think that she can help you find your precious Laila? Well, she’s dead, and I’m here, so wise up, Jason.” 

The words landed like a punch. Too close. Too true. 

“Just go,” I said, exhausted. 

She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Silence dropped heavy. 

I collapsed into the chair by my desk and pulled out the file Marcus handed me earlier. The one I’d been avoiding 

Laila’s trail. 

The papers told a story I didn’t want to read. 

She’d given birth in a free clinic. No insurance. No emergency contacts. Paid in cash. Gone two days later with her baby. 

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