Page 22 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“If it’s right, why does it feel wrong?” I ask with a frown.

He raises his brows. “Welcome to the adult world.” He smirks. “Just wait till you have kids.”

“Yeah, thank you, Dad, for the awesome pep talk,” I grumble, but I feel a bit lighter by his comment. I don’t have much more time to think about our talk either, as I have warrior training to lead. Tony will come later to train with the teens. They like him more than they like me.

Sometimes, I feel a little twitch in my chest because of how much more popular he is, but at the same time, I’m happy that he is more approachable. I’m a bit fiercer and more rational, so we balance each other out well.

In the middle of the training, I can sense Anthony on the pack grounds, relieved that he came home safely. I consider linking him, but I need to focus on my warriors, so I leave it for later.

*ANTHONY*

I park in front of the pack house, the road still slippery from the rain today. “Young Alpha,” Serenade greets me, already expecting me.

“Hi, Seri,” I greet her. “Were you waiting for long?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I figured you’d come later with the crazy rain coming down. I mean, what comes next, a monsoon? In winter?”

I sigh. “You’re right, it’s indeed crazy.” I grab my bag and gesture for her to follow me inside. Serenade is a rather tall young woman with lean muscles and extraordinary tracker abilities. Henry and I chose her as our beta because she was easily one of our best warriors, plus she is trustworthy and loyal. We’ve grown up together, and even in our shittiest phase, she had our backs while still calling us out for being shitty.

She’s exactly what a beta needs to be.

“I love your new hairstyle,” I tell her.

She touches her braids, smiling brightly. “Thanks. I had help. I’m trying to get more in touch with my roots.” Serenade’s mom was a Native American, while her dad was a white man from our pack. She really is a stunner with her dark-brown eyes and hair, not that I’d ever tell her that so bluntly. It would sound like I was flirting, and I would never disrespect her that way. Besides, I never flirt with the women of my pack.

“How many teens will join us for the weekend workshop?” I ask her. I promised Henry to lead this one in exchange for him covering for me during the last alpha meeting. Henry hates these kinds of team-building events, while I love them. I love working with the young trainees.

There is a comic convention the week after, so it’s perfect timing, really. I’ll be leading the workshop this weekend and then take off for the next one.

“Too many.” She laughs. “We’ll have our hands full.”

“It would be boring if it weren’t a challenge.” I grin. “Let’s go through the whole schedule and make sure we’re prepared.”

She nods, following me to my office, where we sit down for the next few hours to plan everything. The teens who join the workshop are joining because they want to become warriors, which is why I want to make sure to present them with cool sparring classes. Maybe have some of our seasoned warriors join them. I want them to be able to see the various fields a warrior can work in and what kind of skills are required for it.

Serenade and I are about to wrap our meeting up when Dad links me all of a sudden.

Tony, when you’re finished, why don’t you join me for some coffee and a freshly baked lemon pie?

I’m a bit surprised. He sounds a bit more… chipper than he’d normally sound when inviting me over for coffee. I feel skeptical instantly but don’t want to turn him down.Sure. Is Henry coming too?

No, Henry is still leading the training.

Alright, I’ll be with you in half an hour.

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Arguments

*ANTHONY*

Yearsofbeingonehalf of a spoiled and sassy twin pair have taught me one thing: I always know when my parents want to talk to me because they want to chat… or when they want to talk because I’m in trouble.

This time, as I walk to my parents’ suite, it’s neither of the reasons. I just know it, and that’s what makes me feel even more anxious. Why does Dad want to talk to me, and why the heck did he mask it as a nice coffee date? I know for a fact that lemon pie was not on the menu today. It’s my favorite dessert, and I wonder why he had it prepared for me.

What the hell does he want to tell me?

It has to be bad if he tries to soften the blow.

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