The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403

My fingers were not Jason’s fingers, or his manhood. The bed was too cold. If he was actually here, it would be so much warmer.

The fantasy was incomplete and kept breaking. Tears filled my eyes, of loss more than pleasure.

I was close, but I couldn’t find the ledge to topple over. Without Jason… Would him actually here….

I continued on for a time, determined to push myself into an orgasm, but it only felt further and further away the longer I went.

Jason wasn’t here, and the void he left was so massive it was swallowing me whole.

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I finally slowed my ministrations, eventually stopping.

I covered my face with my free hand and sobbed openly. Rolling onto my side, I curled up, trying to make myself even smaller on the too-big bed. Coldness seeped into me, all the way down into my bones.

Would I ever recover from this? Or would Jason’s absence haunt me for the rest of my life?

I didn’t sleep at all. By morning, I felt like the hells. Rolling out of bed, I showered and changed, but nothing could make me feel whole again.

At breakfast, my friends noticed, looking at me closeness. Only Riley actually asked, “Are you sick?”

“No,” I told her and changed the subject.

My friends only stayed a few more days before they had to return to their own lives. I hugged each of them tightly as they left.

Days passed. Even with Ava beside me, who I was always pleased to see, the ache inside of me grew larger and larger.

I knew this wasn’t sustainable. Something had to give soon, or I was going to crack.

But I couldn’t ask Jason to leave his pack. And I couldn’t leave mine either.

What could be done?

“Yes,” I said.

“Give me a moment.” He stepped away and returned a few minutes later with another book. As he passed it over toward me, I understood. But it still felt impossible.

“He would never agree to this,” I said.

“Keep the book just in case,” the librarian insisted.

That night, I tucked the book into my bedside nightstand, done reading for the night. I reached for the light to turn it off when a knock sounded on my door.

Who could that be at this late hour?

Throwing back the covers, I stepped out of bed and walked to my bedroom door. Opening it, I was expecting a shy servant on the other side.

Instead, Jason was standing there.