At dinner Layla watched for Jace to appear. Finally halfway through dinner Layla smiled as she saw him enter the kitchen. He smiled lightly at the cooks as he took his plate before heading to the table.
“How did you do that?” Tasha whispered.
“I just told him his meals would no longer be delivered and if he didn’t want to starve he’d have to start eating with the pack,” Layla whispered back.
Tasha chuckled before straightening up as her son approached.
“Hi dear,” she smiled brightly.
“Hey mom,” Jace said quietly.
Layla smiled at Jace as he sat beside her.
“What?” Jace asked with a scowl.
“Nothing,” Layla shrugged before returning her attention to her food.
“I need you to meet me tomorrow morning after training to go over the next pack dinner,” Jace said, breaking the ten minute-long silence.
“I’ll be there,” Layla smiled.
Jace exhaled before turning back to his food. Dinner had been extremely painful and Layla was determined to get her friend back no matter what it took.
“So when am I going to get some grand pups?” Tasha said bluntly after a few minutes of silence.
Jace choked on his food and Layla looked up at Tasha in horror.
“Never,” Jace scowled.
“Well if you expect to have an heir you’re going to have to ge busy at some point,” Tasha replied void of any tact whatsoever.
Layla coughed, “Let’s just put that on the back burner. WAAAY in the back.”
Tasha rolled her eyes, “I’m going to die before I see any pups.”
Jace’s face hardened, “I had a pup and it was murdered. I have no desire to have another.”
Tasha’s face softened, “Jace...”
Jace stood and walked upstairs to his room.
“I’m sorry Layla. I didn’t realize that you two weren’t...” Tasha began.
“Right now I’d be happy with friendly acquaintances. There’s a long way to go before he thinks of me that way, if he ever does.” Layla said trying to hide the sadness in her eyes. She couldn’t deny she felt the mate pull strongly. She could feel herself wanting him. Wanting to hold him and love him and comfort him as a friend and as a mate.
Tasha frowned, “That makes me sad, you two were such good friends.”
After dinner Layla went up to her room and hesitated in the hallway before turning and knocking on Jace’s door. “Jace?” She said quietly as she opened the door slowly.
“What?” Jace grumbled from his bed.
Layla walked in and sat next to him on the bed, “Jace, do you blame me for Ryann?”
Jace sat up in his bed and looked away from me, “All I know, Layla, is that if you hadn’t run off you would have probably been with her when it happened and you could have protected her.”
“Layla get out. I told you, we aren’t friends,” Jace snapped.
Layla recoiled and attempted to hide how hurt she felt. “I’m sorry you feel that way Jace. I still consider you a friend. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Layla walked back to her room and laid in her bed as her tears silently fell. She wasn’t going to let him know how upset he had made her. His little storm cloud wasn’t going to get to her. Layla was taken back to her time with Hunter. He had been cold and distant and mean.
“Apparently I’m just not supposed to have a mate that loves me,” Layla whispered to herself as she cuddled in her bed alone and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning after training Layla entered Jace’s office and sat in the chair in front of his desk, “So? What do you need me to do?”
Jace looked up at her, his face void of any emotion, “We have the monthly pack dinner coming up at the end of the week, I need you to get it handled.”
“What does that mean?” Layla asked irritated at the lack of information.
“You need to talk to the pack cooks about the food, give them an up to date number of members, handle the set up and clean up, and be in charge the day of.” Jace rambled on before going back to the paperwork on his desk.
“Oh, just that?” Layla replied sarcastically.
“Is that a problem?” Jace asked.
“No, not at all Alpha. I’ll handle it,” Layla replied, her voice rich with sass.
“Good,” Jace mumbled.
Layla left Jace’s office, irritated and determined to make this the best damn pack dinner they’d ever had. After meeting with the cooks and those who volunteered to help with set up and clean up Layla headed up to her room to brain storm about how she wanted the dinner to go. She finished up all the details and was sure she had everything planned so she made her way downstairs for dinner.
Layla was early and decided to sit down on the couch in the common room and read until dinner was ready.
Layla opened her eyes to see Jace standing above her. Layl rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, “Jace. I must have dozed off. What’s up?”
Jace squinted his eyes at her, “Have you been here this whole time?”
“Whole time as in?” Layla asked.
“All day?” Jace frowned.
“No! I’ve been working all day on the dinner.” Layla stood up and walked into the dining room to find it empty. “I was just early to dinner and so I sat down for a bit. Where is everyone?”
Jace sighed, “Dinner ended an hour ago, you missed it.”
Layla huffed, “Well that stinks.” She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“What are you doing?” Jace asked as he followed her into the kitchen.
“Making a sandwich,” Layla replied as she pulled out some sandwich fixings from the fridge and grabbed the bread off the shelf. She began working on her sandwich and looked up to find Jace watching her, “Can I help you?” Layla asked a little harsher than she meant.
Jace shook his head before walking out of the kitchen. Layla felt a little bad snapping at him but she was done with his mood. It had only been a few days, how was she going to last the rest of her life with him like this?