Chapter Eighty-Three

The four of us stared at Nathan with wide eyes and jaws slackened.

“What did you just say?” Jasper leaned forward, disbelief lacing his tone.

“I think we should go somewhere a little more private,” Halle suggested, eyeing the curious passersby warily.

“You can use my office in the pack house.” Alpha Allison nodded at me and shared a look with Marcel.

Jasper and I walked ahead of Halle and Nathan in the wheelchair, neither saying a word, but both eager to hear what the hell was going on. Sure, we weren’t certain what our future held, but that was the last thing I would have thought of.

Shutting the door behind them, Jasper turned to Nathan with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown set between his eyes.

"Alright, now talk!" he ordered.

"Take a seat, Jasper." Nathan tried, but my mate remained standing.

"I'm fine, thanks," he responded impatiently.

Nathan sighed and looked up at Jasper with serious eyes, "Do you know why Dad tried so hard to get you to train and take on re