All Chapters of The Wrong Alpha Twin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

-Cain-The way my mate looked at her former fiancé—the man she had thought she would spend her life with—hit me like a punch to the gut. Did she want his words to be true?No, she can’t! She is ours, my wolf growled.She was, but that look was impossible to interpret any other way. It was as if she were begging Carter to repeat it, to tell her the truth about his feelings—and it hurt.“What?” Willow asked, though she was looking at Carter.I turned slightly, glancing at my brother as my anger flared again, but I didn’t move. Carter glanced at me but quickly returned his eyes to Willow.“I was scared,” he admitted. “I was scared of what I felt, so I pulled away. I betrayed you.”“I don’t understand.”“I didn’t want to love you because I feared you would choose Cain like everyone else,” he explained. “But even knowing what you have with my brother, I see it doesn’t matter because I do love you.”Willow’s mouth fell open in shock, and I realized Carter had never been so honest with her. Y

-Willow-Cain wasn’t home. Carter suggested staying with me, but I told him I’d be fine and that it was probably best if Cain didn’t come home to the sight of us together. I asked around to see if anyone knew where he was, but no one did. So I went into our bedroom and sat by the window, gazing outside. I waited there for what felt like ages. The sun disappeared, and the moon emerged, casting a soft glow into the room. Only a small light by the bed was turned on, preventing the darkness from swallowing me completely.As I began to doze off, a sudden noise jolted me awake. It sounded like a crash, and I quickly sat up, scanning the room. I focused on the door, just in time to hear another bang, as if something had hit it. Standing up, I walked over and opened the door, only to find Cain leaning against it. As I opened it, he slid down to the floor and looked up at me.“Cain?”He opened his eyes wider and grinned at me. “Oh, there’s my lovely mate!” he slurred, making me roll my eyes.I

-Cain-I stood in the closet, adjusting my tie, my hands feeling uncomfortably sweaty. I wasn’t looking forward to this day, but I knew I couldn’t avoid it.“Cain?” Willow appeared in the closet, dressed in a black dress.“Hey,” I whispered, turning to her. She gave me a small smile as she stepped closer.She placed her hands on my neck, drawing my focus to her. She always had a way of calming me, but I knew nothing could fully alleviate the pain in my heart.“How are you feeling?” she asked.“Can’t you feel it?” I inquired.“You’re a bit closed off,” she reminded me, and I sighed.“Sorry. I don’t want you to bear all my pain,” I admitted.“We’re mates. We’re supposed to carry it all together,” she pointed out.“Yeah, but this is…”“It’s fine if you don’t want to share everything, but know I’m here for you,” she whispered before kissing my lips.“I know.” I pulled her closer, allowing her presence to soothe me.“We leave when you’re ready,” she told me.“I’m ready.”“Are you sure?”“Ye

-Cain-I flipped the little invitation in my hand. It was written on black paper with silver letters, and I groaned, wishing I could make it less true just by staring at it. But there was no way around it. I dashed back to our bedroom. As I entered, I heard the water running in the bathroom and smiled. I opened the door to find Willow beneath the warm spray, rinsing off. I took a moment to watch her, appreciating the sight.She sensed my presence and turned her head, then faced me. “Cain!”“I’ve seen everything and tasted it. Why hide?” I teased, watching her shake her head.“Maybe don’t watch me in the shower like a creep,” she replied.“It’s romantic because I’m your mate,” I countered, and I saw her roll her eyes before she resumed her shower. Then she noticed the letter in my hand.“What is that?”“An invitation to a gala,” I informed her.“A gala?” she echoed.“Next trial, and I think I know why they chose this,” I explained.“Why?”“Remember our last gala—or the last one I attend

-Willow-I didn’t like that Cain was drinking. He had been doing so well after leaving, vowing not to touch a drop—or so he had told me. However, it was clear that something was bothering the twins. They downed their first glass, then clinked together the second before quickly downing that one as well. When a third followed, I grew impatient.“Okay, I need to know what’s going on,” I said as we settled into the living room.The two of them turned to me, but they looked unsure of what to say.“You two are freaking me out. What’s happening?” I pressed.“We’re still processing it,” Cain admitted.“What? What are you processing?”“That our entire life has been a lie,” he replied, knocking back his fourth glass.“I need more.”“Tell her,” Carter urged, downing his drink as well.“Yes, please tell me.”“Apparently, our mother has had a visitor since our dad’s funeral.”“A visitor?”“Someone to warm her bed,” Carter clarified with a snarky tone.“Oh...”“Yep. And this person isn’t just anyone