Rejecting, Your Broken Promises
Chapter 51

Jasper’s POV

Dark Savage Pack

How in the hell did I lose? They didn’t have the gunpower to win against us, and yet suddenly they did. I don’t know what the hell happened. I am furious and in pain, and I know that I would have been dead if someone hadn’t called out to me from my left and I turned to look. That saved my life, I already know that Heath was the one to take the shot, and I again wished that I had killed him when I had the chance. I should have unloaded all the bullets in my gun into him, until I knew he was dead, instead of running like a scared child. I really thought that the shot I got off would have taken care of him, but obviously, it didn’t.

I have b***d all over my shirt, and I know that he would have probably killed me too if I hadn’t looked at my Gamma. He had called out to alert me that he had just spotted several more men with guns, now in the convoy we had just attacked. It was originally only Heath, Gabi, and the King’s personal men with guns, just 5 people. I had 30-plus men with me that were all armed. It just doesn’t make sense to me. I was set up to win. I was supposed to win. I punch the dashboard again, and I growl out my anger and pain. Why hadn’t this worked? They had no way of knowing that we would ambush them, how could they have gotten the upper hand on us? I am trying to figure out why, but it keeps making no sense to me.

I hit the dash again, and it now has several large dents in it, I keep hitting it to try to lessen my anger. I don’t care about this SUV. It still drives and I needed to get my anger out. I am so mad about my face, my wolf is trying to heal me, and it is working even though a large area of skin was missing. I can feel a ridge about two and a half inches long running across my right cheek. I drop my visor, so I can get a better look at it again, and I am really angry now. The tear was now filled in from where the bullet entered near my nose, went across and out, and out just under my ear. When I first looked at it the large tear was horrifying. I was praying that it would heal properly as we flew back towards my pack.

I was going to mind link the doctor as soon as we got there, to check out my injury, but I already know that I will have a permanent scar. My face was what made people so easy for me to deceive. I was proud of my appearance and took pride in what I wore, and how I looked. Women always flocked to me based solely on my appearance. Hell, it was how I lured in my first two Luna’s. I am furious at Heath for taking that away from me. I can’t believe that the fates changed over from my side to his, and he almost killed me. I was saved by the Goddess herself because everyone was aware of how good a shot Heath was. I should be thankful for being saved, but I cannot. My face was the best thing about me, at least in my opinion. I would have rather been shot anywhere else.

I knew that Heath had reported me to the werewolf council, as they had come last week as part of their investigation. I told them that it wasn’t me who went to Ever Green and that I knew nothing about what happened there. I managed to keep my face serious and kept my wide eye innocent look until the Councilman looked me straight in the eye and said that they had the video, and audio, from the gate. I know that I looked like a gaping fish for a short time, before I closed my mouth, and reiterated, “I don’t know anything about it”. He knew I did, he had seen the video, but they still have to do their due diligence in their investigation. I saw his response, and when he rolled his eyes as he turned away from me, I knew he knew I was guilty too.

I know that as soon as they make a judgment against me that Heath will be here to hand out the sentence. That is why I could take this risk. I am already in trouble. If I could have killed Heath today, it would have all gone away. So, what is a k********g, and a couple of people offed? Now I am short a Gamma. That shot didn’t miss, and I felt really guilty for not bringing my people back with us, for their families to be able to bury them. I will have to get Cam on that so we can get the position filled. I am sorry that he died, he was a good man, plus, he did what I wanted him to, instead of trying to argue with me as Cam does. Cam is like my moral compass, one that I never wanted or needed. I know that the 7 or 8 men I lost, their families will all want to know why we didn’t bring their bodies home.

I can’t tell them that we didn’t have time to get them, as we didn’t want to be shot and killed too, that will not go over well. Especially if they find out that I was after someone that was not my true mate. I am going to have to call a pack meeting for this. I will also tell my men that went with me that all they can say is that we got ambushed, while we were out, and nothing more. There are going to be a lot of pissed-off pack members, but there was nothing we could do about it. We would have died too, stopping to pick up the bodies.

Why? Why, didn’t this work? I think to myself as we pull up to the gates and get allowed entry. I have my driver drive me straight to the pack hospital. The fewer people that see me in this shape, the better. They will all know what happened if the pack doctor can’t help me out with my injury. The doctor had to clean it to see what he was dealing with, but he told me that my wolf, Bain, had done all that could be done. That I would need a plastic surgeon to do any further corrections, but that would leave a scar as well. Then he really pissed me off by saying, “Call it a war wound, women love that”. Women already loved my appearance, and it was ruined now. If I ever get another shot at taking out Heath, I will.

I run to the pack house, as the hospital is behind the packhouse I end up entering through the kitchen door to head up to my room for a shower to clean up. I took off my shirt, as it was destroyed now, to throw it away. No point in trying to get the b***d out of it, it was a lost cause. I heard a scream and then feels the tinges as Cassidy starts touching me to see where I was hurt. The tingles felt so pleasurable for a minute that I allowed her to continue to glide her fingers across my chest as she looked for where I was hurt. She is frantic with trying to help me, as she guides me to a chair to sit down, in my apparent injured state. I can see the tears in her eyes as she comes around the side of me looking at each of my sides, again looking for my injury. I guess my scar isn’t as noticeable as I thought it was.

“Why are you touching my boyfriend?” I hear from behind us, and Stephanie is standing there with her arms folded across her chest.

Cassidy doesn’t stop what she is doing or pay her any attention, as she continues to look for my injuries and was now wiping my chest down with a warm kitchen towel that she had gotten wet, wrung out, and started cleaning the b***d me. I have to admit I like the care that she is taking with me. My eyes are closed, and I am enjoying my mate’s soothing touch, especially after this hard day. I was almost killed, and I am still pissed. Her touch calmed me down into a reasonable state, and that was why I still wanted her in my pack. I guess if she ever accepted my rejection, I would have to let her go.

“Cassidy, did you not hear me? Stop that right now, you are not qualified to help him even if he was injured. He is fine. Take your dirty hands off of him, unless you want to have a problem with me” Stephanie said, and I stood up because Cassidy will not accept her saying that. Cassidy threw down the bloodied hand towel onto the floor and went to get in Stephanie’s face. Cassidy may be shorted than Stephanie, but she is a fighter, and Stephanie is about to get hurt.

I hold Cassidy back and hear her saying, “You need to shut up and keep moving Stephanie. You are nothing to him. Nothing at all, except the flavor of the week. You are just one in a long, long line of women who fell for it. You need to shut up and leave him, and me, alone. I will take no disrespect from someone who hasn’t even been here a month”.

“You are in charge of nothing. How dare you tell me what to do. I don’t take orders from you. You better watch it before Jasper lets me be in charge of the kitchen and send’s your ugly a*s out of the pack” Stephanie fires back, and I already know that this is going to end really badly. A group has grown while they are yelling at each other. There are now about 10 more Omegas in the kitchen, looking like they are taking bets on what was going to happen, and Cassidy is the one coming out as the clear winner. Stephanie has not endeared herself to anyone here.

“Ugly? ME?!? You are calling me ugly. I am going to kill you” Cassidy roars and lunges right out of my arms at Stephanie. Stephanie screams and throws her hand in front of her face to try to protect it, but she was too late. Cassidy’s fist connects with Stephanie’s nose and breaks it. B***d is pouring out of her nose all over the floor and I am furious. Now Stephanie is hurt, for nothing. She was just being jealous, and Cassidy had been the same way herself back in the day.

“Cassidy has a reason to be jealous, both back then, and now Jasper” I heard Bain say in a link.

“You have always been soft on her. She is not strong enough to be our Luna” I link him back.

“Let me ask you this Brainiac. If she is not strong, how did she get loose from your grip Alpha, to go punch your new slut?” Damn, that is a good question. She broke my hold like it was nothing and popped Stephanie a good one. I was kind of proud of her, but I would never tell her that.

I take Stephanie to the pack hospital for her nose to be set before her wolf heals her, and it not be straight for her when it heals. We come back into the kitchen, and I notice that the Omegas that were there earlier for the fight are now glaring at me. I see Cassidy look over at me, then pointedly at Stephanie, before looking away from both of us. I can see that Cassidy had cried but she seems to be OK now. I am glad because even though I can’t claim her as my Luna, I still care for her. Stephanie grabs my hand and pulls me away from Cassidy and towards the elevator. This is going to be a problem. Stephanie is using me just to get out of her work, and the other Omegas are catching onto it. That is going to cause a bigger problem, so I pulled my hand from hers and said, “Finish your work. Once you are done you can come to my room, but not before that”.

Stephanie’s jaw dropped and she looked at me incredulously. She honestly cannot believe I said that to her as if she had never been turned down before. Technically I didn’t turn her down, I just told her later. She needs to get over it. I cannot allow her to shirk her job duties to come to sleep with me. Everyone who lives here at Dark Savage has to earn their keep. If Stephanie keeps trying to duck and dodge her duties, she cannot stay here. I will have to make that clear if she comes to me tonight. From the looks of it, she won’t be. She turns on her heel, and stomps away from me, back to the kitchen. Cassidy has always been a professional, she only attacked because of what Stephanie said. Me not being in there will help keep Cassidy calm. She only gets emotional and upset when I am around. The rest of the time, she is the same wonderful woman that she used to be.

I head up to my room and take a shower, glad to get the dried b***d off of me. It was making my skin feel tight, and I felt dirty all over. I heard a knock at the door, and when I answered it, it was an Omega with a tray. I reach out and take it, as I don’t want her in my room. “Cassidy said to bring this up to you for dinner. She made you a soup, to try to help you heal. She was worried about you, Alpha” the Omega said before turning and heading back down to the kitchen.

I am really glad I forbade Cassidy to tell anyone that we were actually mates. She wanted to tell my first Luna she had threatened to, but I silenced her with my Alpha command. She was so angry about it and still was to this day. Her crying like that might tip off some pack members who are more observant, so I made a mental note to tell her she can’t cry over me either. I can’t have her letting the whole pack know that I was hitched to an Omega. I would lose their respect. I can’t have it. I take the tray to my desk in my bedroom suite. I am going to eat while I work.

I take the lid off the tray and a delicious aroma wafts up to my nose, and my stomach growls. I haven’t eaten since this morning, and I was actually really hungry. Cassidy made me chicken noodle soup and she used her mother’s recipe. I love it and so she makes it, especially for me. She loves me and likes it when I tell her it was delicious. Sometimes she would make it for my Luna as well. She also sent a large mug of hot coffee up as well, she has my creamer, and sugar perfect in it. She knows that since I was out all day, I will need to get my work done, and that means a long night. I feel guilt tear through me again. I wish I could have taken her as my Luna. I honestly don’t think that anyone will ever love me more than she does. She knows me, much more than anyone else ever will, but I didn’t want even a presumption of weakness associated with my pack. Having an Omega Luna would make us look, and be, weak. I just can’t allow it. I shake off the guilt and eat my soup and drink my coffee while they are still hot.

I will have to thank her in the morning, for both caring that I was hurt and trying to help me, well before Stephanie came in to clown. I also need to thank her for making me my favorite soup and my coffee. I also have bottled water for later on my tray as well. I quickly dig in to eat my dinner, and it tasted as great as it had smelled. I get my work done and I head to bed, with no Stephanie, as predicted. She is pouting because I made her work, and I guess that I may have to boot her out of the pack if she is not willing to do her share. I have already had two people tell me that she is claiming that I will make her the next Luna, and trying to get out of doing her work. I guess I will cut her off fully, I am already tired of her, she is causing too much upset in my life, and now she is pissing Cassidy off. She might accidentally slip up and say something if pushed too far, so I will go ahead and tell Stephanie in the morning that we are no longer together. I will also speak to Cassidy as well. I can’t take the risk of losing the respect of my pack if it ever got out that she is my mate.