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It doesn’t matter that she thinks these guys are boring losers.
They’re completely devoted to her anyway, ready to ask her to be theirs, for life.
I feel sick to my stomach.
I love my sister more than life, but right now I hate her just a little bit for getting me into this messed up situation.
It was easy to fall for these Alphas, and maybe that’s because I’m an Omega, or because I’m getting over a break-up, or maybe it’s simply because they’re incredible men.
The why doesn’t matter.
It happened.
There’s no denying it.
But now I have to walk away.
If I thought I was heartsick before, when I found Ben on that dating site, I was wrong.
That was a betrayal I should have seen coming. The red flags were all there.
I blinded myself so I could keep a dead relationship going.
This is completely different.
Everything’s so new and hopeful at the start of a relationship, and that’s honestly how it’s felt since I’ve been coming here. Getting to know Bishop, Rueben and Scout showed me that there are decent guys out there.
Sweet, handsome hero-types, no less.
This feels like a real loss.
I use the edge of my shirt to wipe away my tears, and I do my best to pull myself together before Scout brings me back my purse.
He steps back into the room, and I force a smile to the surface.
It feels more like a grimace.
He passes me the purse, and presses his lips together before he asks, “Is it okay if I hug you?”
I nod, because honestly, I could use a damn hug right now.
He wraps his big arms around me, and I wish he never had to let go.
Chapter fifty-two
Bishop
Rueben’s sitting on the kitchen floor, back to the fridge, staring at the opposite wall as if he might be able to burn a hole straight through it. Scout’s confession was unexpected, and I’ll admit to being slightly anxious about the results myself, but ultimately, he did the right thing.
“I never would have thought Scout would be the one to screw this up,” Rueben mutters.
He isn’t feeling quite so good about our pack brother’s talk with Scarlett, but he’s a lot more forgiving than Scout is, and I’m not so sure that’s a good thing where our future mate is concerned.
“He hasn’t screwed anything up,” I assure him. “This is going to be a good thing, Rueben. You’ll see.”
Rueben grumbles something mean about Scout under his breath, before the sound of the front door closing makes him jump to his feet. A few seconds later, Scout walks back into the kitchen.
“She went home,” he tells us.
