Chapter 50 Chapter 0050
•MASON•
"Mason, are you okay?" Nadia asked when she woke up and saw me fixing my shirt in front of the mirror.
My mind was far away, thinking about the conversation I had with Noah. He told me Jane didn't know that he had seen the texts.
When I asked him how Jane could've poisoned me when she hadn't been in the pack house for months, he didn't answer.
Instead of providing me with clear answers, he left me confused and with more questions.
I didn't know what to think or decide.
"Yes, I'm fine," I answered, my voice sounding distant. "I'll be in my office." I turned to walk out when she stopped me.
"You've been tense since last night," she pointed out. "You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, love."
I sighed and sat beside her on the bed. "Your father told me that Cassandra might be the one behind the poisoning."
She gasped and covered my mouth. "How is that possible? She has never returned to this pack ever since she was banished. It makes no sense."
"She used Jane," I muttered. "It's hard though to believe that because Jane is Liam's fiancé, my Delta. It would break him if I asked him about this."
"Jane?" she scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. "She disrespected me in the pack meeting, and when I told you about it, you did nothing. Do you see now? It makes sense why she was opposing everything I was saying to them. It's even worse that she's Liam's fiancé. He should've made a better choice."
"There has to be a mistake, Nadia," I answered, getting up. "She can't possibly be working for Cassandra. It makes no sense. If I confront her and punish her, Liam would retaliate against me. His mate bond to her would lead him to choose her over this."
"Don't you care that she almost killed you?" She asked, getting up from the bed and leaning toward me. "You wouldn't have survived because of her. And you've seen what we did because of her. We accused someone else when she and Cassandra were behind your sickness all this time."
"That's because she wasn't the one who gave me the coffee, Nadia!" I snapped, turning to her. Her face dropped as she comprehended what I had just said.
But I didn't stutter. The words had been hanging over my head for a long time. I had been trying to make sense of everything that happened, and I knew it all started with the coffee.
Keeping it inside me wouldn't help, and accusing someone else without concrete facts wouldn't help either.
Liam and Jane were good people, which was why I said nothing when Nadia told me she challenged her.
It was hard to believe that Jane could be capable of saying vile things to her Luna, other than trying to stand for the pack members' rights.
Her rebellious and activist personality drew Liam to her, and he told me about her the moment he felt the pull of their mate bond.
It reminded me of the first time I saw Cassandra walk down the aisle toward me. She made me feel in a way I had never felt before.
She was mine, and I was hers. But some promises were too big to be broken.
"W‐what are you saying?" She muttered, her voice coming out as a whisper.
"You're the one who gave me that coffee, Nadia," I replied, my voice rising more than I intended. "Jane wasn't in the kitchen when you made it, was she? So why should I hold another meeting to accuse someone else again?"
"Are you saying I poisoned you?"
"I'm saying the coffee you made is the one that made me sick," I answered, closing the gap between us. "Let's face the truth, Nadia. No one was in the kitchen with you. Or did one of the housekeepers make it for you?"
"I am your wife, Mason!" She scoffed. "Are you hearing yourself? I've done nothing for the past five years but stand by your side. I have supported you in everything and gave you everything. How could you accuse me of trying to kill you?"
"I am not accusing you, just as I won't accuse Jane for something she didn't do," I said, keeping my voice firm. "I will solve this myself and find the person who poisoned me."
"So, you don't believe Jane poisoned you on Cassandra’s commands?"
I shook my head and turned away from her. "No, I don't think Cassandra did this. She's—"
"She's your mate?" She scoffed, and I turned and looked at her. "You said that at the council hall and I thought you were joking. But now I see it. You never broke the mate bond, did you?"
I didn't answer.
"I knew it," she huffed as she walked past me and went to the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind her.
She wasn't entirely wrong about the mate bond, but I severed it five years ago, only for it to come alive again when I sensed the new scent of a pup.