Page 28 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

Worth a risk. If he denies it, I’ll pretend to be drunk and talk about Twilight. “Half a wolf?”

“One quarter,” he tells me.

I raise my brows. “I had a feeling. You smell different.”

“Alpha wolf?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“But not reigning alpha yet?”

I shrug. “Not quite there yet. I’m still learning.”

“You look the part,” he muses.

“I don’t feel it, though.”

He looks at me curiously. “Why’s that?”

“Just some personal shit,” I admit.

He nods and tactfully changes the topic. He doesn’t ask any more questions—not that I would have answered them, as he is a literal stranger to me—but it’s good to just talk to someone. Now that I’ve cooled down a little, I’m starting to feel a bit bad about locking Henry out like that.

I’m still pissed as fuck at his poor attempt to help me and to talk to our father, of all people, but we’ve never fought. And I know what it does to him when he faces any emotional turmoil. His OCD tends to get worse. He has always had these episodes, even when we were younger, but they got worse when he found out about Mom and Dad. Ever since that incident, he has had difficulties controlling his OCD. I think it triggered something in him, and I wish I could help him. I wish I knew how to help him. I wish he would talk more about it and get professional help.

And maybe I should have done what he did and talked to our parents about it. It just feels wrong to point out how vulnerable he is, and I still think he should be allowed to deal with this on his terms and talk to them about it when he is ready.

I wish he would have taken my vulnerability into consideration, too, before he went to talk to Dad. I wish he would have at least tried to speak to me first.

I’m still mad at him, but I don’t want to be the reason for him to spiral downward again.

“Hey, sad man,” a voice interrupts me, making both Ye-Joon and I turn to look around.

Ye-Joon smiles a perfectly charming smile. “One of the twins, but I can’t for the life of me tell you apart, although you’re such stunning women.”

Elise chuckles as she plops down on the seat next to me. “Stop it, Ye-Joon.” She grins. “I didn’t know you could be that charming. What’s gotten into you?” She pauses. “Elise, by the way.”

He smiles. “Just in a mood. Drinks?”

“I’ll take what he drinks,” she says, gesturing towards me.

“Hard stuff, Elise,” I tease. “You sure you can hold your liquor?”

“Don’t challenge me.” She smirks. “I’m French!”

Ye-Joon shakes his head a bit before he prepares a drink for Elise. He puts another plate in front of us with self-made potato chips.

“Is this really okay?” I ask, worried by how generous he is.

“The kitchen is closed already,” he tells us. “These were leftovers. It’s okay.”

I nod thankfully while I watch him move to some of his other guests. It only strikes me now that he is probably the owner. I wonder how old he is that he already owns such a well-established bar. He certainly doesn’t look old.

Once he is away, I turn my attention to Elise. “So…” I start.

“I hope you know that I hate going out and that this shows my incredible friendship to you that I did it,” she says.

“You went out for your birthday,” I point out.

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