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He was getting worse every week and the doctors still couldn’t figure out what was causing his respiratory infections. They were baffled and that was terrifying.
My twin brother and I hadn’t spoken in months…four months to be exact. Yet, we’d managed to work out some kind of schedule so we could keep Dad comfortable and not have to see each other. Twin intuition came in handy, I guess.
“Is it Atlas? Do you miss him?” my dad asked more gently this time. The teasing was gone as he gave me a sad smile. “I hate seeing you boys fight like this, especially over an omega like that.”
“You liked Morgan,” I countered.
“Sure. Until she hurt my boys,” he said. “And that’s not entirely true, I didn’t trust her at first.”
“You just kept that from us?” I questioned in disbelief.
“Yes, because I’m going to tell my full-grown, adult, beta sons that they shouldn’t date this girl because I had some uneasiness?” he mocked.
“I’m glad even when you’re sick, you can make jokes at my expense,” I said as I crossed my arms and glared down at my dad.
“It is a talent,” he shot back, chuckling. Of course, that led to another coughing fit. After handing him his water I started for the kitchen.
“I’m going to make you some tea,” I said quickly. After several coughing attacks in a row I knew he’d be paying for it. The medicine they’d tried over and over again had all been duds. Nothing other than pain killers helped the side effects, like headaches and his sore throat. Every cough medicine they tried was a failure.
I hated feeling this helpless and useless.
When I opened the pantry, I realized my other mistake. I hadn’t made it inside the coffee shop to grab the tea bags Walter had special ordered for me. They were better than the grocery store’s supply.
Instead, I’d run into an omega, spilled her coffee, then was a complete and utter asshole in return.
And not just any omega, likely my mate.
It was brief, but before I stormed off in a panic I’d smelled her scent. It was a mix of sweet and tropical and something I knew I’d never get out of my head.
And now I likely wouldn’t get a chance.
Morgan’s last words still haunted me.
“Your brother asked me to start a pack with him… without you. He didn’t know how to tell you and I just can’t choose. I’m sorry, Dean, I’m leaving you both,” she said with tears running down her face.
Now I couldn’t help but wonder if they were ever even real.
In two seconds, two years were down the drain, like I meant nothing to her. And my brother blamed me. I guess her not choosing was my fault, even though he’d always said we’d be in a pack together.
Had I ever meant as much to him as he did to me?
Atlas was charismatic and outgoing. Did he think of me like that annoying little brother tagging along behind him everywhere?
Pain lanced at my chest like it did anytime I thought of him.
Life wasn’t the same and even though I couldn’t admit it out loud, I was lost without him.
It was pathetic.
Even after all that and swearing off packs and mates forever, I couldn’t stop kicking myself for ruining my chances with the redheaded beauty.
It was ironic, Morgan wasn’t my type. But this girl was. Curvy, fiery, and the red hair and freckles would haunt my best dreams.
With Morgan it was her that initiated everything. I’d never been so intensely pursued by an omega. Especially one like her. It was easy to fall for her pretty words and sweet smiles. She’d make you feel like a million bucks.
Yet, I missed my brother more than her.
That was telling enough on its own.
