Page 66 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
She’s fucking pretty. But off limits. Like a little sister to me. Anyway, even if the fear of Axel cutting off my balls wasn’t enough to keep me away, the omega has ruined me for all other women.
I’m hers now. Even if she won’t have me.
Molly ushers us all through to the dining room. It’s laid out with all the dishes Mrs. Stormgate used to make us as kids. My mouth salivates. But I don’t step in with the others. I grab Molly’s wrist.
“Where is she?”
“In her bedroom.”
“She’s not good?”
Molly shakes her head.
“I’ll go say hello.”
“After,” she says, pushing me towards the dining room. “Go sort out your shit and then hopefully you’ll have some good news to tell her.”
I groan. “You too with the talking?”
“It’s what you dumbasses should have done years ago. But,” she pushes her shoulder against me, trying to use all her weight to shift me, “better late than never.”
I step through and she slams the door behind me.
The others have piled up their plates and Axel is actually pouring coffee for everyone.
I pinch my fucking arm, then slink down into a chair and swing my legs up onto the chair next to me. I survey the table and drag a whole plate of cookies onto my lap. Triple chocolate. Just how I like them.
“The past can’t be undone,” I say. I know that better than anyone. You can wish it all you fucking like. Doesn’t make one damn bit of difference.
“No, it can’t. But we can put it behind us.”
Hardy chuckles. “You were the ones–”
“We were and if we were able to forgive each other, we’re hoping you can forgive us too. Hoping you can forgive each other.”
Silence.
I snap my teeth through a cookie. Everyone looks my way.
“You’re serious about this?” Silver asks, perching on his chair like this is a war room and we’re all fucking generals.
“Deadly,” Axel says.
Angel lumbers to his feet and walks to the window. The day is overcast, dark clouds hanging in the sky and the first raindrops trickling down the pane.
“We fucked up big time all those years ago and we know the damage that caused.”
“You made us choose sides,” Connor says quietly. Angel peers over his shoulder at him and nods. “We weren’t a pack but in some ways it felt like we were. It tore all of us in fucking half.”
I place my half-eaten cookie down on the plate.
Connor’s right. There’s a rip down the center of my soul. And they caused it. I’ve lived with it all these years because what choice did I have? I couldn’t lose anyone else in my life.
I toss the cookie plate onto the table and it skids across the surface.
“What happens,” I say, swinging my legs off the chair and hunching over my knees, “next time?”
Axel frowns. “What do you mean, Nate?”
