Page 27 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

“You’re kidding me!”

“No, I don’t know when to stop talking or when I hurt someone. I don’t mean to, but sometimes I just sound so… harsh.”

I chuckle a bit. “We’re going to be a great pair.”

“Good thing Tony is here to even us out,” she points out.

I smile. “You’re aware you just talked about the possibility of becoming luna?”

“Truth is, I’m still confused,” she admits. “But the thought of it doesn’t sound as scary anymore. It’s just… I worry about Elise.”

I take her hand in mine. “Elodie, I told you, we can mark each other when you are ready. And I promise we’ll find a solution for everything. Just talk to me, okay?”

She nods. “You too.”

The rest of the evening and night, we talk about more casual topics, trying to get to know each other better, before we retire to bed, where we do anything but sleep for the next couple of hours.

Eventually, though we are so tired, we decide it’s time to rest and sleep a bit. It’s then that it hits me again, and I find myself about to crawl out of bed to check if we locked the door.

Elodie watches me without saying anything. Until… “Would it help if I did it?” she asks me all of a sudden.

I look at her, surprised.

“I mean, would it help if you saw me checking the door?” she repeats her question.

Fuck, she noticed. I mean, of course she did. She probably already noticed during our first night together.

Again, I swallow down my first impulse, which is to get defensive and decide to be honest. “I don’t know,” I admit. “It’s not always this bad. It’s just… I’m not used to arguing with Tony. I will apologize to him as soon as I see him again and explain myself better, then I will have more control again and—”

“Henry,” Elodie interrupts me, standing up and approaching me to kiss me softly. “You don’t need to defend yourself. Let’s just try it and see.”

I nod, watching her approach the door and press the mantle of the door. It doesn’t move, a clear proof that it’s closed. She looks at me, and I nod, gesturing for her to get back to bed. I can’t believe she accepts me with all the issues I have. I got so lucky by being mated to her. She claims she is terrible at social interactions, but she is so good whenever she interacts with me. We have only been mates for two days, and she is already my safety net.

10

Deafening Silence

*ANTHONY*

Thesilenceisdeafening.I’m so used to hearing and feeling Lysander, but also my brother somewhere in my mind, that now the quietness feels like it’s about to crush me.

I decided to hide from my family and have a drink somewhere, which led me to sitting in a bar at the counter and sipping the drink the bartender prepared for me. There are so many people around me, so many voices, but it feels like I can’t hear anyone or anything at all. The voice I long for the most has gone quiet for a few weeks now. It feels like half of me is missing, and I don’t know what to do to fill the void.

And now I cut Henry out, too, which makes the feeling of solitude even more intense.

It’s so silent. How do humans live like this?

When I left the pack house earlier, I was hellbent on going out and finding a girl to hook up with, but I’ve recently realized it gives me only momentary peace. Once I leave the warmth of her embrace, I’m back to being fucking alone.

“Are you alright?” The bartender, a young Asian man, puts a bowl with homemade grissini in front of me. When I blink in confusion, he shrugs. “Leftovers from the kitchen, and you look like you need it.”

“Thanks, man.” I bite into one of the crispy things, a rich flavor filling my mouth. “These taste fantastic.” I gasp. Almost like the ones at home, I think. Mom likes to bake, too, and would sometimes bake her own bread for the family.

Somehow, this makes me think of Henry, which is weird because he hates finger food. He doesn’t like to get his fingers all greasy. “I’m Tony, by the way.”

“Ye-Joon,” he answers, a perfect smile plastered on his face.

Wow, something about this guy feels different, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I tilt my head a bit while sharpening my senses, my sense of smell in particular. At least Lysander didn’t take that from me. I can’t detect a wolf spirit, but he still smells like one of us… a bit, at least.

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