pulls her towards him, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. It’s a tender gesture and the love that fills his eyes is enough to make her forget all the anger and hurt that she has built up inside of her since last night when he’d practically vetoed her petition to be turned. That’s until he opens his beautiful mouth again.
“I just don’t want to get you involved in all of this.” He leans his head towards hers, intensity burning in his blue eyes.
Before their foreheads can meet, before he can get any closer she takes a step back. “You don’t want me to get involved? I thought I was already involved?” She doesn’t repeat what she’d said the night before, about having allied herself with him and with the pack. There was nothing outside for her anymore. By taking their side she had lost her job, her credibility and it wasn’t much of a stretch to realize that she was probably a wanted woman. She couldn’t believe that he would throw that sacrifice back in her face just because… “It’s because I’m not like you, because I’m not were. Is that how it works? If you’re not really part of the gang then whatever you’ve given up doesn’t count?” She can barely contain her anger.
“That’s not what I meant!” Ashton releases her, stepping back to give him the space he needs to stop himself from desperately wanting to touch her. Having her so close and distancing himself was like a hungry man walking away from a feast. It was harder than she would ever know, harder than he would ever allow her to know.
“Then what did you mean?” Sofie’s brown eyes flash with rage. “Because as far as I’m concerned, I’m more than involved, I’m a part of this now. Why are you the only person in this whole place that can’t seem to see that?” The hurt creeps into her voice, hinting at the vulnerability that Ashton knows lies underneath her sometimes-flinty exterior.
“I can see that, Sofe,” he says sadly, looking at her with longing. “You’re at risk here. If you stay with us then you’re a target and I can’t protect you and the rest of the pack at the same time. I need my head in the game and the way I feel about you throws me off.”
“’If’ I stay with the pack? What do you mean ‘if’? Where else am I going to go? I think it’s clear that my prospects are pretty few and far between after yesterday.” Sofie chuckles dryly, it’s not enough to fool either of them, there’s nothing funny about the situation she’s found herself in. She locks eyes with Ashton and she knows that she’s not going to like what she’s about to hear. With him she didn’t need a crystal ball. At times like this he was an open book to her, at other times more like a secret diary that’s been padlocked and buried.
Ashton takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, steeling himself for what he’s about to say and how little he wants to say it. What he’s about to do is the hardest part about all of this. Pushing away the person he needs most is the last thing his heart is telling him to do, but right now he needs to listen more to his head. That’s part of the deal of being the Alpha, his brain had to rule his heart, at all times. So he gathers himself together and says the words that strip him to the core. “I’m sending you away.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Sorry, I think I just slipped back a few hundred years. It sounded like you said you were sending me away. Like a package in the mail.” Sofie tries to keep her mouth from hanging open at Ashton’s words.
Ashton winces at the direct hit. “You need to get out of here as soon as possible, before things get any worse. The rest of the pack will follow, but it’ll take a little while to talk them round to the idea. In the meantime, I’m not prepared to put you at risk.” Sofie can barely believe what it is that she’s hearing. She feels a little like her world is spinning away from her.
Ashton takes advantage of her