All Chapters of To The Two Alphas I Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"So... this is very, very new, okay?" He starts, nervous and looking everywhere except into my eyes. I'm about to punch the words out of him, "When my brother came back to the pack and saw Georgie again, their wolves fell in love. My aunt Julia says they're second chance mates. You know, since you died... only you didn’t."Georgie has a second chance mate. Cain, Justin’s little brother. Her best friend, the only guy she has ever liked besides me.I can't even react. This doesn’t seem real. I even let out a laugh. Maybe I am extremely high; that would explain why my wolf is asleep. "Dude, what the fuck is that about?" I laugh again, harder this time because everything is just so ridiculous. Justin looks at me with weird eyes but laughs too, “I have to kill your brother.”“Hey! No," he says, his laugh stopping immediately, "Absolutely not. My little brother is not at fault here, no one is. Ash, you actually died for about a minute and then for like, five minutes. Maybe that broke the

"Did you really give Asheron the jacket I gifted your ungrateful ass?" I text Justin one-handed, still holding Georgie's body. "And why didn't you tell me he was still alive, by the way? Seems like something one should mention.”"I also want to apologize for my mother's behavior," Asheron continues, standing up again and drawing my attention away from my phone. His voice sounds just as I remember it, slow and secure, as if he's used to having everyone's attention on him, all the time, "I can't even imagine the hell she went through, thinking I died, so... I beg for some consideration. I already called off the war that should’ve never even began. My pack is retreating as we speak. Alpha Dean was under my mother's instructions to keep going, but I took charge in this matter because, I promise you, I do not want any kind of war, especially not with my mate's pack.""My mate, you mean," I correct him, making the vibes around the table turn extremely tense and deadly awkward, "She's no lon

I know this building like the back of my hand at this point, so I manage to turn left to the stairs and then run down... however, Asheron knows this building just as well."Georgette, what are you doing?" He asks, running behind me until we get to the garden, but then he stops, "Ouch, my leg..."That makes me stop immediately and look back at him. Never, ever, ever have I ever heard Ash complaining about pain. "What happened?" I ask as I approach him. He groans and grabs his knee, "Baby, what happened?""I..." he looks up at me. And as soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me, making me shriek, "I'm fine, sweetheart, but my leg is actually going to start hurting soon. I just needed you to stop running.""Oh, my god! You played me!" I complain but I'm not really angry. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up until I'm wrapping my legs around his legs just by muscle memory. But I know I shouldn’t let this happen, "Ash, I need you to let me go or I'm going to pass out again. This

Georgie orders both me and Asheron to go to her palace tomorrow morning so we can stay there for a whole month, then she leaves with her dad.I guess that means my first council meeting is over. This was eventful. I get up to walk to Asheron as he’s walking to the door with his dad because I want to get some things straight, but my own dad grabs my arm before I can do that. "Don't do anything stupid, boy," he warns in a whisper, "You think she's going to forgive you if you hurt the guy she thought was dead? No. You have to be smarter than that. You have to play the same game he's playing. The good guy game, that's obviously what she's into."That makes me stop and just blink. He's right. There's no way Asheron is as perfect as we all think; I'm sure already he's fake. So I have to be fake, just like him. Apparently, that's what Georgie likes.And while I'm at it, I should make sure he shows his true colors to her at some point. I'm good at making people lose their temper, after all

Both boys murmur some form of ‘yes’, so I lead them to the garden, reminding myself not to touch either one of them, no matter how much I want to.If I were a selfish person, I would ask for one hour a day with each of them, locked away in my room. I haven't had sex in months and I'm starting to need it. Badly.But I'm not selfish, and I know this situation sucks for my boys, so I won't make it even worse by asking for too much.The fresh air cools my skin and the greenery of my garden lightens my spirits after that awful fucking dream I had. But I don't have to worry because both boys are right here with me. They both exist, they're both alive, and they both love me.And I love them. I just have to choose which one I love more, I guess. No pressure.The outside table is already full with our breakfast, so I sit down when Enrique opens the chair for me."Thanks, Enrique," I say as the boys sit beside me, still in silence, "Everything looks great… by the way, can you make sure we have