Chapter 28: Meeting The Older Brother
Okay, that is going to be the last time we ever have sex. I am not going to be submissive. No, I will not let my intrusive thoughts win next time. No, there won’t be a next time.
The thought repeated in my head like a stubborn echo that refused to fade. I kept saying it to myself as if the words alone could build a wall between me and last night. If I repeated it enough times maybe it would become real. Maybe the memory of her hands on my skin would slowly lose its grip on me.
My chest rose slowly as I breathed in the cold morning air. It helped a little. Not much, but enough to keep my thoughts from spiraling.
I closed my eyes for a moment and rubbed my temple. Never again.
I went straight to the hospital to see my brother. Princess offered to drive me, but I refused. It was enough. I needed to breathe peacefully. With her around me, she is all I breathe.
Even thinking about her made my lungs tighten.
The walk to the hospital had been long, but I welcomed it. Every step gave my mind something else to focus on. The sound of cars. The chatter of strangers. The distant honk of traffic. Anything that wasn’t her voice in my head.
The hospital building stood tall and quiet in front of me now. People walked in and out through the glass doors. Some looked worried. Some looked tired. Some looked relieved.
Hospitals carried every kind of emotion.
I walked inside. The smell hit me first. Antiseptic and something faintly metallic. Clean but uncomfortable.
My footsteps slowed as I reached the hallway leading to my brother’s room.
I stood in front of the hospital room door, trying to think of a way to break it to my brother that I have a bun in the oven.
My hand hovered near the door handle but didn’t move.
My brother had always been the one who protected me. The one who stood in front whenever trouble came knocking. The idea of dropping this news on him like a bomb made my stomach twist.
But hiding it from him felt worse.
I am not scared to tell him. I am not going to give him the burden. It’s on me and the other one I don’t want to name. I am going to find a way to take care of my pups.
My fingers curled slowly. I would figure it out.
One way or another.
Pups. Damn, I can’t believe I have more than one inside me. I just hope they are only two, and more importantly, how are they going to fit inside me?
The thought alone made my stomach twitch again. My hand drifted down to my stomach without thinking. It was still flat. Still normal.
Yet somehow it wasn’t. There were lives in there. Tiny lives.
My mind tried to picture it and immediately gave up. Thinking about that made my stomach twitch.
I swallowed and exhaled slowly through my nose, steadying myself.
One step at a time. First my brother. Then the rest of the chaos.
I was about to open the door when someone came outside from inside. The door swung open suddenly and I nearly stumbled back.
His dressing was a tailored black suit from head to toe. His tie was very tight, tight enough to choke, and his hair was black and neat.
He looked like someone who had just stepped out of a business magazine.
Sharp. Clean. Annoyingly composed. He bumped into me.
Our shoulders collided.
"Holy shit, sorry," I said, moving away from him.
"Can’t you watch where you are going? You almost ruined my suit," he called out. Not in a loud tone, but the kind that sounded commanding.
The kind of voice that expected obedience without asking for it. My brows pulled together.
"You were the one who bumped into me," I defended myself, and I wasn’t lying.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Bumped into you? What were you doing standing there in the first place?"
"I should be the one asking. What were you doing inside my brother’s room?"
"Room?" he muttered.
For a second his gaze shifted past me, like he was mentally checking something. Then his eyebrow lifted.
"Oh, so you are the one they call Faye Grande. The omega who punched my little sister..."
My eyes widened.
"What? You are Alpha Leo?"
"Definitely not. I don’t understand why his name always comes first when I am the firstborn."
Alpha Adam...
The name settled in my mind like a heavy stone. So this was him.
"Oh. Princess told you about what happened in school."
"She tells me everything. I am her favorite brother after all. Do you mind if I buy you a drink?"
"No. I want to see my brother first."
"I’m sure Paye has all the time in the world. He is not dying anytime soon. I insist. Let me buy you a drink," he said.
His tone was commanding. Not rude. Not aggressive. Just firm in a way that made it clear the conversation was already decided.
He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Before I knew it, I found myself following him down the hallway.
I sat down in the hospital cafeteria, both my hands gripping the soda can drink I chose. Now that I am pregnant, no more beers for nine months. So many things I won’t be doing for nine months.
The metal of the can felt cold against my palms.
Across from me was Alpha Adam. So bold, he placed one hand on the table. I noticed his golden diamond watch and gold ring.
He looked like someone who had never worried about money a single day in his life.
Silence stretched between us.
I cracked the soda open slowly, the sharp hiss filling the quiet space. There was silence between us, waiting for him to say a word.
"I have an important meeting to attend, so let me get to the point. Princess told me you two had sexual intercourse and you happen to be carrying her pups," he stated with a plain face.
And me? I just opened my mouth. No words came out.
Princess told her brother. Who else did she spill the beans to?
My grip tightened around the can.
"I..."
"I’m not done talking. I told her to marry you as soon as possible. We were supposed to visit your house today, but instead I ended up in a hospital. I have told your brother..."
"What the fuck!" I yelled without realizing that my claws punched the soda can, which messed up the table.
The aluminum crumpled instantly under my grip. Sticky soda spilled across the table.
He quickly removed his hand, avoiding contact with the spilled drink on the table.
"There are countless wolves around. Why does it have to be this omega?" he muttered to himself.
I heard it loud and clear. My jaw tightened.
"Alpha Adam, I am not going to marry your sister. I have my right to do what I want with my life. I am keeping these pups because I want to. I do not need to be married."
"Our grandfather won’t accept the idea of having illegitimate pups tied to the family name..."
"And I don’t care. I can’t marry someone I don’t love."
"It doesn’t have to be a love marriage. It’s an arrangement for the pups’ future."
"Ummm... my future comes first. I am 16. I still go to school. I haven’t figured out what I want to do with my life after college. I am still very much young to be married..."
"Princess is 15, soon to be 16. She is intelligent, smart, and beautiful. Excelling in her academics. Most importantly, she is an Alpha. Who wouldn’t want to be with an Alpha?"
"Me," I said, short and simple for him to understand.
"Obviously. I should have expected that answer. You Grandes with big pride," he muttered to himself again.
"You know I can hear you, right?"
"Do I look like I care? I have to go. The next time we see each other, we will finish this conversation."
With that, he stood up, adjusted his suit, and left.
Fuck. I can’t believe my brother knows. I can’t believe they beat me to it.
How am I going to face him now?
