Page 83 of Alpha Theo

Fucking identical twins.

Fallon hops off of the stoop, charging down the walkway toward me.

I take a couple of steps toward her and then she fucking barrels into me, shoving at my chest. I’m so caught off guard that I don’t have time to react- I hear the crack of her fist against my jaw, feel the sear of pain delivered by her right hook.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Fallon demands as she continues her onslaught. I put my hands up to block another blow to my face, then stick out an arm to try to hold her back. She ducks under it, shoves me again.

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?”

“I know,” I grumble as I try to hold her back, dodge her blows.

At my admission, Fallon stops pushing me. She steps back and narrows her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. “Good,” she chirps. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, wincing and rubbing the spot on my jaw where Fallon landed her first punch.

“She’s yourmate, Theo.” Fallon’s eyes darken. “You don’t deserve her, but by some miracle fate gave her to you. Do you know how fuckingluckyyou are? If you care about Brooke at all then you’d better straighten up and make things right or you’ll lose her.”

I scowl, shaking my head. “I’ve been trying…”

“How?!” Fallon interrupts. “By hooking up with other girls?”

I can practically feel the anger rolling off of her in waves, see the steam coming out of her ears.

Her insinuation pisses me off. I raise my voice, yell back at her. “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“Sutton, Theo,really? Could youbemore of a douchebag?”

I shake my head in disbelief. “I haven’t hooked up with Sutton in months.”

Fallon rolls her eyes, throwing up her hands. “Months? Try Friday night! Were you that fucking wasted?” She starts to come at me again.

I shove out an arm to hold her back. “Yeah I was wasted, but I didn’t do it!”

She keeps trying to duck under my arm, but I keep swiveling, staying just out of her reach.

“Damnit Fallon, would you fucking quit it?! I didn’t hook up with Sutton that night!” I yell.

“You didn’t?” Brooke squeaks.

My eyes fly up to see her standing on the front stoop, barefoot in a t-shirt and cotton shorts, long hair damp and face scrubbed clean of makeup. She looks like a fucking angel- so beautiful that it hurts.

Her presence startles Fallon, too- she whips around, gives me a reprieve from fighting her off.

“No,” I choke, blinking at Brooke. “I know how it must’ve looked, but I turned her down, went to bed alone. I swear, Brooke… I haven’t eventhoughtabout another girl in weeks, not since I started spending time with you…” my voice breaks and I swallow hard, staring at her.

She just stands there silently, staring back. The hurt in those ocean blue eyes of hers absolutely guts me. I was the one who put it there, and now I have to find some way to take it away.

“Look, I know how much I fucked things up,” I say, my voice gravelly. “All I’m asking for here is a chance to make them right again.”

I see a tear slip down her cheek and my chest burns. It physically pains me to see her in pain.

Fallon steps in front of me. “Brooke…”

Brooke holds up her hand, looking to her sister. “Can you give us a minute?”

Fallon pauses and shoots me a sideways glance. “Don’t screw this up,” she mutters before she starts strutting toward the front door of the packhouse. “I’ll be right inside if you need me,” Fallon says to Brooke as she moves past her to the door and slips inside.

Then it’s just me and Brooke standing out in front of the packhouse under the light of the full moon, the newly formed mate bond stretching between us, connecting us.

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