The DarkNess Within Him | ✔

Chapter Twenty Five

"No way in hell!" I say, my voice firm when I shake my head in emphasised denial. This is simply preposterous and I just will never agree to it. "I don't care what Logan wants but I'm not giving him his mother. End of discussion."

"She's his mother, Mikayla. Not yours." Mason reasons, fingers tapping against my mahogany table uneasily.

"And she's my father's mate, Mason. Not yours." I counter, narrowing my eyes at him. "Need I remind you that she's bound to her mate by the mate bond marriage?"

Mason looks away from me for a short moment. "She won't die if she's away from him. However, Logan truly misses her."

I only scoff. "Because family matters so much to my brother." I sit up straighter in my chair now and move into the table domineeringly "Look, Mason, I don't care what Logan wants. Jane stays with my father until she's well enough to speak and requests to leave which both of us know fully well that she will never request to do. She's in shock because of Logan afterall. However, I'm not stopping Logan from visiting her. I know he does it anyway. It's his house as much as it's mine so he is welcome here anytime but mark my words, I will not give Jane to Logan."

"Someone's got her backbone back." Mason rings out, the tone of his voice mocking when he relaxes into his seat and looks at me dead in the eyes. A flicker of menace can be seen in his eyes. "I thought your precious mate broke you. Last time I checked, you were a walking carcass."

I clench my jaw, my facial muscles contracting and I fight my eye muscles to prevent them from turning gold.

"Someone's still bitter." I deadpan, fisting the material of my pants beneath the table.

Silence infiltrates the air, corrupting it when Mason looks away. His jaw is clenching like mine and suddenly, invisible weight settles on my shoulders, causing me to lean back into my seat. I watch him, waiting for him to speak. When he does, knots form in my stomach.

"You should have let me mark you." He says, his voice forceful yet uneven at the same time and I exhale a breath that I didn't even know I was holding.

"We've been over this Mason. I didn't love you." I say, keeping my eyes on him as I do so "I was with you for almost three years and I didn't love you. Letting you mark me would have never changed that."

He turns to look at me now. His eyes are completely blackened and the knots in my stomach begin to attack me. This causes my thighs to quiver slightly as my guilt starts to rise to the surface.

"You were with me for almost three years?" He raises an eyebrow at me, his voice darker when he chuckles mockingly "Yeah if you'll call sneaking around because you never wanted anyone to know, being with me then I guess you were. Not that you were ever truly with me Mikayla. Do you think that I never noticed that while I kissed you, you were wishing it was someone else's lips on you? Thinking of someone else? You never loved me not because you could never love me, Mikayla. The truth is that you never loved me because you always loved someone else."

The burn in my throat begins, bile rising up and attacking it with its acidity. The bitter truth stings me hard and I look away, not wanting to admit or deny anything even if my silence says it all. I fist the material of my pants so hard now that I risk clawing at my thigh, hurting myself but all I'm focused on is how I want to still the quivers and shakes of my body. How I want to mellow down the responses of my body to a man that knows me better than I ever cared to admit when we were together.

"I always knew, Mikayla. I was just too caught up in how much I loved you to admit it. Too caught up in how I thought that I could make you love me."