I scroll to the beginning.
Max congratulates Walker on his wedding and invites him and his new pack to the Dupont Island for dinner.
As I scroll through the conversation, my mind reels.
Dupont Island.
Max Montgomery.
Max Montgomery is the man from Dupont Island, and he is my brother-in-law?
“Oh, fuck!”
I slam my hand against my mouth, then take a deep breath as I continue reading the thread.
Walker doesn’t respond to the first email.
The next email from Max reads:
I really am sorry I couldn’t attend your wedding. I sent you a gift, please send me pictures.
Max continues, possibly after not getting a reply:
I’m happy you found your darling. I always regretted pulling out of the deal for mine. Four years have passed since that day.
Did she ever get her heat?
With each message, the pain in my stomach intensifies, a dull ache blooming into sharp stabs of discomfort.
Walker gives a terse reply.
You weren’t invited, but here’s a picture.
He included a wedding photo showing Ella, Walker, Gabe, Jake, me, and Seb. All with enormous smiles on our faces.
My breath catches in my throat.
The exchange grows increasingly heated as they discuss me.
But it’s Max’s bitter words that make me shiver.
Who is she with?
None of your business. You rejected Avaline twice.
My eyes widen. Rejected? He rejected me. What is Walker talking about?
Though Walker’s staunch defense warms me slightly, the pain in my gut only worsens as I read on.
She rejected me.
What the hell?
If you weren’t so ruthless, you’d realize having an omega to love is special. She’s not just there for you to lose your mind when she’s in heat.
You don’t know what I did for her. I gave her a life, but it doesn’t stop the fact that she’s my omega.
And if you haven’t learned what that means yet, you don’t deserve her.