The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386

With their masks in place, requldn’t tell the level of their displeasure, though I was certain they felt some, as I had basically thrown all of their ideas for my future back at them.

Having Jason beside me made defying them easier.

But, truly, even without Jason, I would have stood against them in this. No one should be able to decide my fate – particularly in love – but me. Me and my chosen partner.

As we stepped away from the council, Jason whispered, “I wish I could kiss you.”

“Good thing for the masks then,” I said, “Or we might become distracted.”

He grumbled. “After tonight, no more masquerades. I want to be able to kiss you when I please.”

I blushed, but my mask hid it.

Shaking my head lightly, I tried to refocus. “Do you think all the guests are here? We shouldn’t waste more time.”

“I believe so,” he said, looking around. “A large enough amount anyway.”

“If they are loyal to Richard, do you really think they will stand with us against him?”

“Don’t doubt yourself. You are princess and rightful heir. People do what they have to do to survive, but that doesn’t mean they are pleased with the status quo. We’ll get you to the microphone, you’ll make your speech, and they will decide. If they turn on us, we’ll flee and leave them to their fate. But I don’t think they’ll turn on us.”

“Okay.”

“The musicians are this way. There’s a microphone.”

He needed me dead to uncover the treasure as well as to hold onto his rule of the pack. We knew he’d act desperately tonight. He might even be desperate enough to kill me on the dance floor, and it the guests were truly that loyal to him, they might even help him cover it up Those that wouldn’t would likely be threatened.

Beside me, Jason was lowly growling

Richard didn’t even look at him

I wanted to say no. The word was sitting on my tongue.

“There is so much we can talk about on the dance floor,” he said. “Your future in the pack for one thing.”

“I have no desire to talk about that,” I said.

“Then how about your past?” he asked. “Maybe you’d like to know what really happened to your father the night he died. So few people remember that time, and those that do weren’t close enough to know for sure what befell my brother. Don’t you want to hear me out? When you might never get the chance to ever again?”