Split Alphas

Chapter 4

“Hey boss, I got the rest of our luggage and the car pulled down here. This pack is nice! We need to build some guest cabins just like th—”

The voice cut off mid-sentence as Wyatt and I stepped back into the cabin’s living room. I trailed behind him, still holding his hand, afraid that if I let go, he might vanish as suddenly as he’d appeared.

A broad-shouldered man stood frozen in the doorway, holding two duffel bags. He was a little shorter than Wyatt but just as muscled, with dark brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes. His gaze bounced between us, processing the scene like a wolf trying to catch a scent.

“Ginger, this is my Beta, Tom,” Wyatt said, voice firm and steady. “I only brought him on this trip since my Gamma, Scott, already found his mate. Tom, this is Ginger—my mate. She was an omega servant here, but she’ll be coming back with us to High Moon Pack… as our Luna.”

Wyatt’s tone made it clear: this wasn’t a request or a suggestion. It was a fact.

Tom blinked once before breaking into a grin and bowing his head.

“Ginger, it’ll be my honor to serve as your Beta. My boss has waited a long time for his mate—maybe now he’ll be a little less grumpy.” He winked at me boyishly.

I laughed softly, appreciating the warm sincerity behind his words, though Wyatt let out a warning growl beside me. Clearly, he didn’t find Tom’s teasing as amusing as I did.

Still, I liked Tom instantly. There was an ease to him that balanced Wyatt’s intensity. But I couldn’t help the creeping thought that I didn’t know how to be Luna. I’d spent my life folding laundry, scrubbing floors, and blending into the background. I needed to talk to Wyatt—really talk—to make sure he understood just how much I didn’t know.

“Wyatt… I hate to do this, but I need to finish stocking the cabins. I still have to check in at the pack house before long.” I tugged gently on his arm.

He frowned. “Nonsense. You’re my mate. You won’t lift a finger for them again.” His arm wrapped tighter around me, his protectiveness making my heart stutter. “I’ll speak with Alpha Michael personally. I’ll let him know you’re coming back with me. We’ll attend the mating ball tomorrow out of courtesy—but you’ll be by my side.”

The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the center of the entire world.

“What color is your dress?” he asked suddenly.

“Oh… I was supposed to serve tomorrow, so I never got a dress. I only have a few clothes. Most are just uniforms.” I looked away, voice soft with embarrassment.

Do not be ashamed. Mate will care for us, Amethyst murmured gently.

I know, I replied, but I don’t want him to think I’m with him just for what he can give me.

My wolf huffed impatiently in my head.

Wyatt’s eyes glazed for a moment—mindlinking Tom—and then refocused on me.

“Tom will come with you to the pack house and help you collect your things. I’ll speak with Alpha Michael, then return to the cabin. You won’t be alone for a second.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I melted into him before stepping away.

Back at the pack house, I led Wyatt to the elevator that would take him to the Alpha’s office. We shared one last lingering look before the doors closed, separating us.

“Follow me,” I said to Tom, guiding him through the kitchen toward the servants’ quarters. I opened the small door to my room, stepping inside. It was modest, barely large enough for a bed and a trunk, with a mirror I’d rescued from the trash when Charity remodeled her room. But it had been mine. My private space. My refuge.

I didn’t want to cry in front of Tom, but a sharp ache twisted in my chest. It wasn’t just the room—it was the life I was leaving behind. The familiar walls, the quiet nights, even the pain. All of it.

I packed the few garments I owned into my trunk, leaving the mirror behind. Someone else would need it more than me.

Tom remained respectfully quiet. I could tell he was watching, noting how little I had, how hard I tried to hide the emotion behind my eyes. Occasionally, I saw his gaze cloud over—mindlinking with Wyatt, no doubt—but I didn’t pry.

“All packed,” I said with false cheer, brushing my palms together.

“Have you always lived in this room?” Tom asked gently.

“No. I was lucky. Most omegas share, but when another girl found her mate and left, I claimed it before anyone else could.” I smiled softly.

He gave a nod, picked up the trunk like it weighed nothing, and followed me out.

As we walked, the tension eased. We talked about random things—weather, favorite meals, his disdain for overly-sweet wine. I told him about how omegas sometimes snagged leftover desserts from the kitchen. It felt good to talk, to feel like a person rather than a servant.

When we returned to the cabin, Wyatt was sitting on the couch, lost in thought. Even pensive, he looked like something carved from marble.

I sat beside him, drawn like a magnet.

Sit on his lap. Grind against him, Amethyst purred.

His Beta is still here, I hissed back.

She rolled her eyes but fell silent.

Wyatt turned toward me, something warm and protective burning in his eyes. “I can feel your tension through the bond,” he murmured. “Don’t worry. Everything went fine with Alpha Michael. He’s agreed to respect the mate bond and won’t interfere.”

Relief hit me in a rush. I exhaled, resting my head against his shoulder.

“Tom,” I said, turning, “why don’t you pick a movie? Let’s spend the night relaxing.”

He nodded, clearly relieved to have something to do.

Wyatt leaned down and whispered, “Come help me get snacks before the movie starts, little wolf.”

The glint in his eyes told me he didn’t mean just snacks.

In the kitchen, Wyatt’s hand burned against mine. The moment the door closed behind us, he lifted me onto the counter and pressed a trail of kisses along my jawline to my neck. My body shivered beneath his touch. I bit my lip to suppress a moan.

“I don’t know how much longer I can restrain myself,” he growled lowly, eyes dark with hunger.

I gazed into those emerald eyes, heat pooling low in my stomach. I wanted him—desperately—but I wasn’t sure I was ready yet. I opened my mouth to say something—

And then two growls echoed from the living room.

Wyatt set me down instantly, and we both rushed out.

The scent hit me first: citrus and sage. Familiar and utterly new. The same wave of heat from earlier crashed over me with sudden intensity.

A man stood in the doorway, identical to Wyatt in face, but with curly red hair and a silver nose ring. His emerald eyes locked onto me—and blazed.

Tom surged forward, growling, “What the hell are you doing here, Everett?”

But the man didn’t even look at him.

His eyes never left mine.

“Mate,” Everett growled, his voice thick with hunger and possession.