“He’s not going to reply,” Carson growls.
“We’re her Alphas. Does he not expect to talk to us at some point if he thinks he has a chance to be with her?”
“Maybe he thinks she would leave us for him,” Carson mutters.
“Like fuck.” I laugh. “We’re her scent matches, and she already has our bite marks. You don’t leave that behind so easily. This is forever kind of shit, and he’s just some nobody online."
Just as I’m done saying the words, his response pops up.
FatalDe@thWish: There’s nothing to talk about. I told Princess my feelings. It’s her choice what she does with that information. It’s not your decision.
“Fucking asshole,” Carson growls.
“He’s not wrong,” I point out.
“Still,” he huffs, typing out his reply.
WaffleMaster_135: Like it or not, she’s our Omega, and we want to make sure she’s safe. We’re not saying she can’t explore her feelings with you, we’re asking if we could talk this out with you. Maybe do a video call? To make sure she’s safe.
FatalDe@thWish: Trust me, I’m the one person in the world she would be the safest with. You have nothing to worry about. I’m not some creep or weirdo. I’m a twenty-eight-year-old man with a good career. An Alpha who would burn the world down for his Omega. I’ve kept my feelings for her to myself for too long. No more. I’m not missing my chance. Nothing you can say or do will drive me away.
WaffleMaster_135: We’re not trying to drive you away. We just want to get to know you.
FatalDe@thWish: We’ve been friends for years, and we’ve been playing together for longer. I thought we knew each other. I guess this proves that people online and in real life can be two different things. As soon as you met Princess, you pulled her from the online fantasy and made her your real one, while screwing over the last person in our friend group: Me. You were never planning on sharing her with me, not until she told you how she felt about me. So don’t try being all buddy-buddy with me now. I hate you. Both of you. I might have to deal with you because of Princess, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. So take yourself righteous bullshit and shove it.
“That son of a bitch!” Carson snarls. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”
WaffleMaster_135: You know what? Fine. Fuck you. Stay the hell away from our Omega. Go near her, and we will end you. She’s ours, and we’re her Alphas. Her scent matches. She wears our marks. You’re just some loser online with a crush. This is the real world, buddy. Go find someone else.
“What the fuck!” I slap Carson upside the head. “You just made things worse!”
“He’s being a fucking tool!” Carson shouts back. “Addie will see it and end things with him herself.”
“Or, this asshole will show her whatyoujust said to him, and she’s going to think we’re some controlling Alphas!” I throw my hand towards the computer.
Carson’s face drops. “Fuck.” He groans.
“Yeah. Fuck.” I start to pace, my head so full I feel like it might explode.
FatalDe@thWish: I hope she sees the real you. Unlike you, I would never force her to choose. I’d never take that choice from her. I’d have learned to deal and make it work. But now? It’s not up to me, it’s up to you. I have a question for you. Does she know who you are? Who you really are? Because from the message she sent me, she doesn’t have a clue that her online world and real world have collided. Boy, would I love to be a fly on the wall when that comes out. Good luck with that. You’re going to need it. Now, I gotta go. But you two have fun. Like before, may the best Alpha Win ;)
He logs off, leaving us staring at the screen.
“We’re about to lose everything, aren’t we?” Carson whispers, eyes still on the screen.
Dread fills me as my stomach sinks. As much as I want to tell him no, I can’t say it with confidence because... I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.
Chapter 16
Addison
Things have been kind of weird since returning from Vegas. I thought the weekend went amazingly. We had so much fun. I’ve never felt so good in my life. Having my Alphas with me, touching me, holding me, was like I was in the best dream ever.
Now that I’m back to reality, things feel off. Carson and Reid haven’t been texting as much as they used to. I know they work, and they’re travelling a lot with a string of away games, but it feels like maybe they don’t know how to act around me anymore.
I’m kicking myself for mentioning to them how I feel about them. I shouldn’t have. Now that I’m thinking of it, bringing fantasy into reality is just not practical.
I’ve been wanting to tell Death that, unfortunately, we can’t explore our feelings out of respect for my Alphas, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.
