“I’d rather not,” Bram says, and Sloane elbows him in the stomach.
“This was your suggestion,” she hisses under her breath.
The massive Alpha shifts in his seat, and I can tell he is extremely uncomfortable, which is very uncommon for him. I’m also on the edge of my god damn seat, wanting to know what caused this grudge.
Not to mention hopeful. I hate that we’re not all under the same roof, not even just for Sloane’s sake, but for mine too. Weneed to get on the same page so we can work through this as a pack.
The sooner Bram and Max sign a pack contract, the more quickly we can dispel some rumors, and Sloane will be more content.
“It’s stupid. It’s in the past,” he says.
“That’s a cop out. If you want to forge some sort of pack mentality with Max, we’re going to need to work from the root of the issue,” the doctor says.
Sloane is nodding her head in agreement, and I’m giving Bram a glare. We don’t have all the time in the world to figure out our shit. It’s taken far too long to even get this fucking appointment. If we don’t leave here without some sort of direction, I’ll take Sloane to spend the night at my dad’s and make these petulant Alphas suffer.
“He rejected me,” Bram says so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
“I what now?” Max says, and Bram sighs audibly.
“See, this is why I don’t want to bring it up. He doesn’t even remember.”
“Feeling rejected can build up a lot of resentment. Why don’t you tell us what happened?”
“Yeah, tell us what happened?” I chime in, not even realizing that I’m saying it. I just can’t believe Bram would ever be interested in Max?
“You had feelings for Max?” Sloane says softly, and Bram grumbles.
“This is why I didn’t want to say anything,” Bram complains. Clearly, the big Alpha’s ego was scorned by whatever Max did. But the Max I know isn’t like that…
“What are you even talking about? You never liked me,” Max says in complete disbelief.
“I did. I thought you were attractive, and you weren’t as annoying as the other players on the team. I always tried to be on your team during scrimmages and always did my best to protect you in goal,” Bram says.
Max furrows his brows, and I’m sure I do too. Because how does that equate to being into someone?
“It was at the away game in Florida. We were celebrating pretty hard. I kissed you, and you laughed in my face,” Bram says.
Sloane gasps and holds his hand as she glances over at Max.
It all truly feels like a telenovela at this point.
“I didn’t do that,” Max denies.
“You did. You laughed and walked away, and I’ve never felt more rejected or belittled in my life,” Bram says, pointing at Max.
“You’re full of shit,” Max says defensively.
“Why else? Why else would I harbor these feelings against you?”
“Because you’re a dick,” Max says.
Dr. Mahdoni holds out her hands in a placating gesture.
“This is good. You’re both allowed to express yourself. Max, were you drinking that night?”
“Of course I was drinking. Everyone was.”
“Excessively?” she asks.
