Alle Kapitel von THE ALPHA'S FORSAKEN SECRET : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Ava's POV "You think I don't see through you, Jackson?" I spat, my voice shaking, trapped between hope and sorrow. "You charge in here, behaving as some savior, but you only show up when the stakes are at their lowest."Jackson's jaw clenched, his emerald eyes blazing with a force I was unable to escape. "You believe I desired this? To see you try to tidy the mess I created while suffering? Ava, I have been trying to shield you—""Save me!" I stepped in to intervene, getting closer. My voice trailed to a sour whisper. "You consider pulling me into your ceaseless conflicts to be protection? Jackson, it is choking.Unspoken tension charged the space between us. His hand jerked, as if he wanted to reach out but was afraid. "I wanted you never to suffer. Everything I have done—everything I am doing—is for you.I grumbled furiously. That's the issue, Jackson. You decide without even consulting me what is best. Even what I desire is unknown to you?His quiet response was louder than words

Ava's POV "Do you even trust me lately?" Standing just inches away, Jackson's voice sliced through the tense quiet like a razor, his gaze searing me. His hand shook a little, as though stuck between going and staying by opening the door. Deep inside me, the genuine vulnerability in his voice touched something."Trust?!" I said coldly, my hands closing at my sides. "How can you ask me that when you have misled me at every turn? You concealed this from me since you knew what they intended. You even know what that feels like?He moved closer, his presence dominating the low light of the safe home. "Ava, I did what I had to. To keep you safe. To defend us. At the end, his voice broke, betraying the power he so valiantly sought to show.Feeling the pull of his words but reluctant to let the barriers surrounding my heart fall apart, I crossed my arms. " protect me? Making me a pawn in their warped game will help? Jackson, I do not need a rescuer. I was hungry for the truth.His jaw tensed

Ava's POV "You're lying," I snarled, my voice shaking with a mix of incredulity and rage. "Did you know this was going to happen?"Jackson's sharp eyes fixed on me, a tempest of feeling whirl under his black eyes. He shot back, his tone defensive but tinged with desperation, not knowing this would grow like this. "But if you think for one second I would let them take you"—"you already did!" Raw and sharp, the accusation sprang from me before I could stop it. "Without you taking me here, Victor wouldn't be this near. You stated, Jackson, you had a strategy. Where is that excellent idea right now?With one quick motion, he closed the space between us and had his hands firmly gripping my shoulders such that my breath stopped. "I'll watch over you, Ava. I constantly do."Safe?!" Tears blazing in my eyes, I laughed bitterly. "This is the picture of safety. Guns pointed at my head; Victor was breathing down my neck; you—" My voice faltered as his staring might fixed me in place.And what,

Olivia’s POV Jackson said, "You can't keep doing this." My voice faltered, the tension between us sharpened by the cold evening air. Though it had little effect in shielding me from the storm in his gaze, I wrapped my arms about myself. "You cannot keep choosing for me without asking."Jackson moved forward, his tall figure obscuring the faint moonlight. His voice was low and desperate. "And you cannot keep marching into peril as though you are unbeatable, Olivia. Not at all. And every time you do, it seems as though you are tearing my heart out.His comments struck me like a terrible reminder of how much we still stood to lose and how much we had lost already. I started to reply, but the keen edge of his sensitivity left me briefly mute.At last, my words almost heard above the sound of the rustling leaves, "I don't need you to save me." "You have to believe me. To let me fight my own fights.Jackson ran a hand through his messy hair and laughed bitterly. "You trust us? Olivia, with

Olivia's POV You are shaking. With his low voice, which combined concern with something worse, Jackson's fingers stroked my wrist. We were hidden in an abandoned warehouse, shivers running down my spine from Victor's guys looking about.I said, lying, "I'm fine," jerking my hand back. The reality was, I wasn't feeling well. My heart was hammering so fiercely it seemed as though it may explode from my chest. Jackson's presence was annoying, excessive, and just too distracting.Stepping forward, he said, "You're a terrible liar." The low light from the flickering bulb overhead accentuated the intensity in his gaze by casting shadows across his sharp features. "What's going on Olivia? And don't tell me it's just Victor.I caught his eye, my throat dry and I swallowed hard. "Right now I cannot do this. Not here, not when they're outside looking about.""You're defying." His voice now was more exact, tinged with annoyance. "You usually act in a way when it becomes too real. Chat with me.