"This was all you, none of it me

You put your hands on, on my body and told me

Told me you were ready

For the big one, for the big jump

I'd be your last love, everlasting, you and me

That was what you told me."

I am not the kind of person that gets flustered over a shirtless guy, okay? I wasn't ever the chest-obsessing girl.

But I am still a teenager with raging hormones and there's only so much that I can do when a well-built Alpha is standing in front of me like that.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I was gawking, so I looked away, clearing my throat.

"Wear a shirt," I said, in a strained tone.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him grinning widely at me.

"I love it how you are trying to completely hide the fact that you were ogling over me seconds ago,"

He walked to the stand were his shirt was hanging and looked at me with a cheeky grin.

"Are you sure you want me to cover up?" He asked, making me glare at him.

"Yes!" I said, instinctively.

He chuckled at me as he slipped on the shirt. "You're no fun,"

"Shut up," I mumbled, cursing my damned cheeks that had turned red.

I am genuinely jealous of girls who don't blush. Because I start blushing at the tiniest things ever.

"So," he began. "What brings you to my den?"

"Den?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He nodded. "Yeah I mean, till you'd prefer for it to be my bedroom -"

"Reece!" I chastised him as I felt my cheeks heated up and he laughed, raising his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, fine!" He said.

"But for real. What brings you to The Mightiest Reece?"

I tried not to roll my eyes at his cockiness but failed.

"I needed a favour," I said.

He nodded, understandingly. "I kind of figured that out. You want to talk about Chance, don't you?" He asked.

I had opened my mouth to elaborate but his question shocked me and I shut up for a second.

"How did you know?" I asked, incredulously.

He grinned, widely. "You're quite predictable, Olivia."

I frowned, taking it as a negative.

"I am not predictable, you just got a wild guess."

He shrugged and I took that as a cue to go ahead.

"Listen, I don't want to take too much of your time, just give me a few answers. Tell me why Chance did that to me. What did I do to deserve it? You know about it, you know about everything that has happened and you're his best friend. I am certain you'll know the reason why he turned cold. Tell me, I need to know."

I didn't want to sound desperate, but definitely was desperate at the moment.

I needed a closure to move on. An explanation, a reason, would be my closure.

Reece looked out of the gym through a window for a long time with a thoughtful expression before turning to me.

"You're right. I know everything. I knew enough to satisfy your curiosity."

"Good, then-" I began but he cut me off.

"BUT," he said. "I can't tell you much. I can't tell you because it's not my secret to tell."

"Secret?" I screeched, feeling betrayed. "There is no secret here, Mr. Reece Miller. There's only malice, and vengeance and hate. There's no care, no concern, no love in our story, there's just planning and back stabbing and strategy involved. So don't act like Chance was the victim. Because he was not. And I am tired of being in the dark about everything, I need a closure, I need answers and I don't care if they are not your's to tell."

If Reece waa taken aback at my outburst, he didn't show it. His face remained stoic and didn't give anything away.

I guess that comes with Alpha training. You are trained to hide and manage emotions in front of others.

"Very well," he said. "You are right. You are not the only victim."

I wanted to ask him what 'only' meant but he kept talking.

Reece was serious now, though.

"You very well deserve a closure, but what if he doesn't want to give you one? What if he still wants you? Listen, Olivia, I've known him since before I even learned how to walk and talk and I know him enough to assure you that he's not malicious and evil."

I scoffed. That's what Katherine said.

"And if anything, he was really into you. I could tell that. He always thought about you, talked about you, and how could he not? You're his mate! I, myself was shocked when I got the news. It took me sometime to realize the reasons and consequences of his actions, but when I did understand, I wanted to slap him. He has been so stupid and silly, he's been careless, reckless and an idiot. But he does love you, Oli. He wasn't lying when he said that. He's just blinded by some other things right now that are fogging his brain. He'll realize his mistakes and come back to you, trust me. It might take sometime but it will happen."

The only new thing, or information I gathered from his monologue was that according to him, Chance had meant it everytime he took care of me, looking at me adoringly and told me that he loved me.

Bullshit. Did he really think I was stupid enough to believe it again?

I might be an emotional fool and I might be hungry for love and care. But that didn't mean I was low enough to be ready to face that humiliation again.

There's a thin line between being in love and being an idiot.

"I am not falling for these games again, Reece. For all I know you are with him too and he's plotting another plan to humiliate and hurt me. If you don't want to help, that's fine. I would rather live with that than have myself trust one of his partners again."

My trust was so low for every human in the pack right now, that it saddened me.

What had I done to myself?

"I was silly to think you'd be willing to help me. I guess I forgot how selfish everyone here is. Anyway. It was nice talking to you, Reece. I'd be going now." I said, turning on my heel to leave.

A hand grip on my wrist stopped me and I turned around to see Reece standing with a frown on his face.

"I am not selfish," he said in an offended tone. "If anything, I do want to help you."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, pulling my hand away from his grip. "So why don't you just tell me and get this over with. Chance clearly doesn't want to talk to me. Once I get the answer, I will work hard to finish my high school before time and just leave this place."

"What if Chance wants to talk to you?" Reece asked, moving forward. He was directly standing in front of me now and his face was a few inches away from mine.

I could smell his spicy smell very easily from this close and I didn't make me uncomfortable, surprisingly.

"Again, I am not having any of that bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, I can guarantee you."

I wanted to slap him. Literally. Like, if he wasn't the alpha, I would have hit him.

"If he gets jealous, he'd talk to you. You just have to make him jealous." He said.

But I was mad beyond belief by now.

"I don't want to make him jealous. Do you think I am that desperate? Besides, he himself said that he won't ever get jealous, because he doesn't even care about me."

Reece scoffed in disbelief and gave me a 'do you really believe that' look.

"That's what they all say, Olivia. And the ones who deny it the most, are the most possessive."

"I don't care if he's possessive or not, I am not his anymore." I told him, strongly.

I was fighting my wolf, my inner, weaker self who was asking me to try one last time to get him, but I didn't give in.

I won't give in this time.

He sighed at my stubbornness. "If that's your decision. But remember, he's the only one who can answer your questions, if you don't do this, you'll forever be in dark. And he won't realize his mistakes till it's too long. He's even more stubborn than you. He'll realize only once he has lost you, so if you want the truth, you have to wake him up yourself."

My jaw clenched and I looked away, my heart racing as I thought about everything. Did I really want to go those lengths just for answers? Was it worth it?

Reece understood that oblivion was my weak point and he started speaking more.

"Think about it, I'll help you. We can together make him jealous. If we act like we're a couple, he won't be able to handle it. He won't be able to see with anyone else, and then you can ask him whatever you want. You can get your answers and leave, it's pretty simple."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "After all that I've learned from this past experience, I know no one here does anything free of motives. What is your motive Reece? Why are you doing this? Why are you willing to do this much when you can just tell me and be away with it?"

He, this time genuinely looked surprised at me question but soon his lips turned up into a sad smile.

"I am definitely being selfish too. I am being selfish for my best friend. I just want him to realize his mistakes, apologize for them and makeup for the sins he's committed. He needs to open his eyes before it's too late and I am doing this because I hope this will open his eyes and he'll realize that he needs you. That's you are his only one. Because if he doesn't, and he loses you, he'll be sad. And I can't see him sad again, Olivia. I can't see him sad anymore. I am doing this for him, he'll thank me sometime in future."

I stared at him for a few seconds, taking his words in. It surprised me how everyone in this house had his own story, his own point of view and opinions about things. And how opinions when meet motives and actions, can crash together.

"You're hoping too much. Hope is toxic. Don't hope. Take that from me," I whispered. Talking from experience.

His sad smile turned even more sad if possible and he took my hand in his.

"I am requesting you, Olivia. Let me try this once. You don't have to try this time. Just do it for a closure, let me try and let me make him try this time. I am not asking you to be desperate. I am asking you to be selfish, if anything."

I took in a deep breathe as I pondered over it.

Can this same old jealousy game ever be good?

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