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course, Skye could just be imagining it. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him. Only wishful thinking on his part. Or it could be that Alden just had something stuck in his eyes at the time for all Skye knew.
    Skye buried his head in the pillow. He was driving himself crazy by thinking of all the possible scenarios. He needed to face facts. Nothing was going to happen between Alden and him, period. So, he just needed to forget about it and focus and what was more important, becoming a coalition soldier. That was his goal—not getting a piece of dick.
    Closing his eyes, Skye fell into a restless sleep.
     
    The next morning when Skye showed up to training, he was so tired from tossing and turning the night before that he could barely keep his eyes open. Of course, Alden had to notice as soon as he saw him.
    “I thought I told you to get a good night’s rest. You weren’t out partying, were you?” Alden asked sharply.
    Skye, being a bit grumpy from lack of sleep, immediately went on the defense. “No, I just had trouble falling asleep. Why do you always have to assume the worse with me?”
    “What else am I to expect? You come here looking like you have been dragged through the mud and back again. Going by your track record, I have no choice but to assume the worst,” Alden shot back.
    Skye immediately became wide awake as anger shot through him. “I haven’t gone out once since I’ve started working with you. So what makes you think that I would start now?”
    “Because, you obviously didn’t get any sleep last night so something is up.”
    Skye let out a shaky breath. “What more do you want from me? I come here every day, on time. I give you one hundred percent. I do whatever you ask and never complain. I even shifted when you asked me to, even though it terrified the hell out of me. I don’t know how much more I can give you to show you that you can trust me.”
    “Everybody relapses at least once or twice. Nobody would blame you if you had,” Alden said in a more gentle voice.
    Skye held both arms out. “Do you want to come and smell my breath or something? You’ll see that there isn’t a hint of booze. In fact, I’ve lost all my old friends because I’ve refused to go out with them anymore. Not that you give a damn. Obviously, you don’t give a shit about me, or else you wouldn’t be accusing me of this.”
    Never in his life had Skye been more angry or hurt. He had expected this kind of treatment from Branson and maybe Gage, but never from Alden. In the short time that Skye had known Alden, he’d grown to trust the Tiger shifter, and this kind of behavior was coming completely out of left field. It felt like a blow to Skye’s gut.
    Alden’s stared at him for a moment. “You swear to me that you didn’t go out last night?”
    “On my life. Not that you’d believe me.”
    Alden let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, I do believe you. It’s just when I saw you coming in looking like shit, I thought for sure you’d had a relapse.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Hey! I’m still you’re mentor, and you’ll treat me with some respect,” Alden shot back.
    “That shit goes both ways. You haven’t shown me any respect this morning with your accusations.”
    “I have every right to worry about you. You don’t exactly have a stellar past,” Alden reminded Skye.
    Skye opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to think of a comeback to that one, but damned if he could think of one. Alden was right. Skye didn’t have a good past, and there was no arguing it.
    “Can we just get to work,” Skye finally said.
    He felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on. Everything he’d feared that Alden thought about him had been confirmed. All this time he’d thought that maybe…just maybe Alden would be able to see past all his fuckups, but no. Alden saw Skye like the rest of the coalition saw him, as nothing more than a loser.
    Why did Skye even bother? Even if he did become the best