Page 71 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

He sighs. “Why are you always so sharp?”

“I’m not sharp.” I laugh. “You’re just obvious, and I am your brother, remember?”

He smiles. “You’re right.”

Woah, where does that reaction come from? Usually, Henry gets grumbly and defensive when I tease him. He also tends to push the excuse that he lacks social skills, which I don’t buy. He is fine with me and with his friends… he does have good social skills, maybe not perfect, but it’s not as bad as he makes himself out to be. He is just used to being the bad guy.

“I… I have a favor to ask from you,” he mutters.

“Really?” I blink. “I thought you would pester me to tell Dalila I’m a lycan.”

He shakes his head. “I have no idea how I’d handle a human mate. If anything, I would plot with you on how to tell her.”

I smile. “We can do that later.” I nod towards him. “First comes your problem. How can I help?”

“I want you to come with me when I tell Dad,” he admits.

“Tell him what?”

“How shitty I was as a teen,” he says simply.

For a moment, I can only stare at him, not believing what I just heard. I remember how mad I was back then when I heard what he did and how this poor girl transferred schools because of him. We even fought against each other, but even then, I didn’t tell on him. He did promise me, though, that he would pull himself together. I knew he was seriously regretting his actions, and I didn’t want to add more baggage to his guilt. “Are you serious?”

He nods. “I think I owe it to everyone to finally be honest and own up to what I did. To my family, to my mate, to my former schoolmates.” He pauses. “I also owe it to myself to finally be able to move on.” He looks at me. “Will you come with me? You don’t need to hold my hand or anything, but it’s just…”

“Of course, I will come!” Like, I will let him do that on his own! If he needs my support just by sitting next to him, I will do that. “This would be a good opportunity…” I mutter.

Henry looks at me thoughtfully. “To do what?”

“Tell Dad that we know.” I sigh. “I get it. We both don’t want to hurt his feelings, but he tries to hide it so much, and I feel bad that he and Mom can’t enjoy this pregnancy as what it is: her first. Let’s just put a line under everything that happened and move on.”

Henry contemplates my words and then nods. “Let’s do it.”

When he stands up, I blink at him. “What, now?”

“Yes, I told Dad that I want to talk to him. I asked Elodie and Elise to keep Dalila occupied for an hour or two so that we can, you know, Marcel, Deacon, and Serenade are handling the workshop for now, and it’s going really well.” He sighs. “I need to do it now. I’m scared I will chicken out otherwise.”

“Well.” I get up as well. “Then let’s do it.” I shake my head. “When you do something, you really do it properly.”

“No half-assing anything.” Henry chuckles. “You’re the same.”

On our way up to Dad’s office, we both take a detour to check on the kids in the workshop. I hope they aren’t disappointed that I couldn’t do the whole thing with them, but when we enter, I can see that Serenade and Marcel indeed have it under perfect control. Everyone seems to have a good time. My eyes rest on Marcel for a bit, watching him and how he is working with the youngest teens. He is great. I’m not surprised Alpha Celine holds him in such high regard. The kids turn around when they notice me and Henry and wave at us excitedly but soon go back to work on their current task.

“I was worried over nothing.” I chuckle towards Henry.

Henry nods. “They are doing great.” He tilts his head. “Marcel would be such a great addition, don’t you think?”

“You mean to us?” I ask. “Honestly, I thought about it, too. We still need a gamma, you know.”

Henry’s sharp eyes follow Marcel’s movements. He has shifted to his wolf and, in a playful way, teaches the kids how to move and hide during a possible attack. “I thought about it for a while,” he admits. “Elise could stay here too then, and Elodie and her wouldn’t need to separate, but I didn’t want to make such a decision just based on emotions.”

“See?” I nudge him with my elbow. “That’s why you don’t need to worry that you don’t bring enough to the table. It’s good to have a rational view on things because I would have totally made that decision based on feelings.”

“Now, who is selling himself short?” Henry snorts.

“Let’s just agree that we are a good team,” I say. “And now let’s go and face Dad.”

“I feel like this will never be easy, even when we are fifty or something,” Henry points out.

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