Page 103 of Midnight Moon
I want to still be the next Summit alpha, so if this is going to work, you’ll have to become a Summit shifter. Hope you’re okay with that…
“Ugh!” I hit the steering wheel.
The more I thought about what I was going to say, the more ridiculous the entire proposition seemed. There was no way Asher would agree to any of it, and I couldn’t say I’d blame him.
I thought about turning around more than once, but I turned into the hotel parking lot before I could decide.
I sat, staring at the navy-blue building with a red roof, for five minutes before I finally killed the engine.
You aren’t a coward, Blair. You can do this.
I opened the driver’s door and slid out of the car. Tucking my hands into my hoodie’s pocket, I walked across the nearly empty parking lot.
My heart thumped in my chest as I climbed the metal staircase to the second floor. I passed several red doors, stopping once I found the one marked “215”.
My breath fogged as I stood there, staring at the gold numbers.
You can do this.
I lifted a fist to knock on the door.
“You ask too much.”
My fist paused in the air. I recognized Asher’s voice.
“You don’t understand. The sorcerers are taking their disobedience to another level and involving other packs in their crimes. They must be dealt with, and it cannot wait.”
I knew I shouldn’t eavesdrop. I should’ve knocked on the door to let Asher know I was there and tell him what I came to say.
But I didn’t move a muscle—too intrigued by what I was hearing.
“You are not listening. I cannot simply walk away.”
My heart dropped.
Someone wanted Asher to leave right before the final game?
Only his alpha would have that power. Was that who he spoke to?
“I’ve already spoken with her father. He knows of the attack against her, but he denies she needs our protection.”
I didn’t need to guess who he was talking about.
“Damnit, Axel. You’re asking the impossible. You know I cannot be with her. That isn’t part of the plan.”
And just like that, his words took the wind out of my sails.
I took a shaky step back, putting distance between myself and the offending door.
I was an idiot. I’d told Stephanie that Asher had agreed to lose the contest so we could put distance between us. He didn’t want this mate bond. He wouldn’t have agreed to go our separate ways if he did.
Stupid, stupid, Blair.
I took another step back, ready to turn to leave, when I heard, “Blair. Is that you?”
The voice on the other side of the door grew quiet.
Shit.
