“Well, yeah. I know that. But what if he plans on doing something about his feelings, though?”
“Then we beat him to it.”
“We can’t tell Princess who we are yet. What if that changes the way she sees us? She’s already been served a lot, recently. I say we ease her into it once we’ve spent some time with her.”
“Too late. We bit her. She’s ours. No take-backs.” I glare at him. Reid spins around and starts typing on his computer. “What are you doing?”
Leaning over his shoulder, I watch him go to the group chat with just Death, him and me.
NotSoGrimReaper: Hey, man. Sorry, this message is coming out of nowhere. I have no idea how to let you know this, so I’m just going to come out with it. Waffle and I met up with Princess this past weekend, and, well, we’ve confessed our feelings for her. We’re sorry, it kind of just happened. We didn’t plan for it. We just wanted you to know that we’re kind of a thing with Princess now.
“Harsh, man. No foreplay or anything? You just thrust it right in there.”
“Shut up,” Reid mutters.
“What if he hates us? I don’t want him to hate us. I like the guy. He’s one of our best friends, and I don’t want to lose that.”
“It’s not like he’s ever said anything to us about his feelings for her. He doesn’t have a claim on her like we do. We’re literally her scent matches. Do you want to share her with some guy we’ve never actually met? Friend or not.”
“No,” I mutter. “I don’t play well with anyone but you.”
“My point exactly. At least now he won’t say anything to her about his feelings.”
My eyes flick to the screen, and I see that Death has messaged back. “You sure about that?” Anger boils in my veins.
Reid turns back around to read the screen. This man can’t be for real. He has got to be fucking kidding me! I’m going to find Death and beat his ass, so help me god.
FatalDe@thWish: Well. Did not expect that. But alright then. I see how this is going to be. Shame it had to come to this, but you’ve left me no choice.
FatalDe@thWish: You see, that's not going to work for me. Because I, too, have feelings for Princess. And by feelings, I mean I’m obsessed with her. In love withher. And seeing how this is the real world, there’s no dibs on people. Princess has the right to be with whoever she wants to be with. It’s only fair I tell her my feelings as well. I’ll be shooting my motherfucking shot, and I don’t take losing well. I won’t go down without a fight.
FatalDe@thWish: Game on, boys. May the best Alpha win.
Chapter 12
Addison
My finger hovers over Carson’s contact in my phone. It’s been three days, and they’ve been really good about giving me the space I needed to think things through.
I know they’re waiting for my call. Waiting to talk to me, to see where we go from here, what we make of the change in our lives.
The thing is, I still don’t know how I feel, not completely. I feel like I’m on a never-ending roller coaster with all the changes in my life. It’s been one month since I moved back home. That, on its own, was a struggle to adjust to.
I moved away from a place I called home for six years to live with my witch of a mother, who tried to force a relationship with a pack of Alphas who didn’t actually want me, but the power and status that's attached to me.
I got a job streaming to make money so I can get out from under my mother’s thumb.
Then, I went to a party and met two Alphas who are actually my scent matches, went through my heat with me, begged them to mark me, and then let them.
Now I’m stuck in limbo about what to do next.
What about the three men I’ve had feelings for, for years?
Yes, I want Carson and Reid. They seem like amazing guys, and I really want to get to know them better. The last three days have been pure hell. I haven’t been able to sleep, and I’ve been craving their touch, their warmth, their smell.
When I researched more on scent matches, I found out that it’s not the best idea for newly scent-matched or bonded matesto be away from each other right away. That you should take the time to adjust together, or it can cause behavioral problems.
I’m more or less irritable and moody, like before my heat is supposed to start. I find myself wanting to cry whenever I think about them.
