Split Alphas

Chapter 5

Amethyst howled inside my head at the sight of Everett.

Unlike Wyatt, Everett’s aura radiated pure fury. His emerald eyes swirled with black as he visibly fought for control with his wolf. Wyatt’s arm laced protectively around my waist, shielding me like I was under threat. Confusion spun in my mind until I felt dizzy.

How can I have two mates?

Why did they look so alike?

My head began to throb as Amethyst surged forward, wresting control from me. I could still see through my eyes, but I had no say over my body—Amethyst wasn’t going to let me deny her the second mate she’d waited for.

“Hello, mate,” she purred, stepping out of Wyatt’s embrace and gliding toward Everett. Her fingers traced a line down his arm—but his face stayed hard, his posture rigid. With a sharp motion, Everett knocked her hand away, as if her touch disgusted him.

Amethyst’s pain echoed through me, a raw pulse of rejection. Her posture wilted, and Everett’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t touch me,” he snapped coldly. “You smell of my pathetic brother.”

The venom in his voice made my stomach churn. Despite the rejection, I still felt that primal pull toward him—and I was horrified by it. I had already bonded with Wyatt, had started to fall for him, and now I was being torn in two.

Wyatt crossed the room in a flash, stepping between Everett and me. His eyes flicked to mine, concern laced in every inch of his expression.

“I know this is confusing,” Wyatt said gently, pleading with Amethyst, “but please—let Ginger have control. I’ll explain everything.”

Everett rolled his eyes in disgust, but Amethyst relented, shrinking to the back of my mind with a low growl.

Pain throbbed behind my eyes. My knees buckled, and the room tilted. The overload of emotion, scent, and instinct was too much. Darkness pulled me under, but just before everything faded, I could hear the start of an argument.

I woke to the soft rustle of fabric and a faint blue glow.

A heavy quilt covered me, and beneath it was the softest mattress I’d ever laid on. For one fleeting moment, I considered closing my eyes again—just to escape all of this.

“About time you woke up,” a voice said.

I blinked toward the sound and saw Tom seated in a chair near the bed, scrolling through his phone. I pushed myself up slightly, wincing at the ache in my skull.

“Whoa there. Take it easy, tiger,” he said with a smirk.

“Where’s Wyatt?” I croaked.

“He went for a run. Needed to blow off some steam,” Tom replied. “Everett went to his own cabin.”

I nodded slowly, but the questions inside me roared louder than ever. “Tom… can you please explain what’s going on?” My voice cracked.

He sighed, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Yeah. But first, I need to mindlink Wyatt and let him know you’re awake.”

Tom’s eyes glazed briefly, signaling their private exchange. When his gaze cleared, he gave a short nod. “Alright. Let’s start from the beginning.”

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He told me everything.

Wyatt and Everett had been born twins to Alpha Marco and Luna Nina of the High Moon Pack. Wyatt was the elder—kind, methodical, and a natural leader. Everett, the younger, was impulsive and wild, but charismatic in a way that drew others in easily. For years, they balanced each other.

When their father died suddenly of a mysterious illness, they were thrust into leadership together—but their differences became too great. The biggest wedge between them?

Mates.

Wyatt refused to bed anyone, determined to wait for the fated bond the Moon Goddess promised. Everett… didn’t. After years of waiting, he’d grown restless and taken many lovers. Eventually, he even began searching for a chosen Luna—an idea that infuriated Wyatt. They fought constantly. Not just about women, but about leadership styles, how to run the pack, what values to uphold.

The fights turned vicious.

One day, Everett gave an ultimatum—either Wyatt stepped down, or the pack split. When neither budged, they went to the High Council. The territory was split in half. Wyatt kept the original name and pack house: High Moon Pack. Everett carved out his own corner of land, built a new estate, and renamed his half Emerald Moon.

Eight hundred wolves were forced to choose sides.

And for the last three years, the brothers hadn’t spoken a word to each other

Despite everything, they were still family. I’d lost mine so long ago that I couldn’t understand how you could have a sibling and choose to be apart. I had never gotten to feel that kind of bond before. I had no siblings so I couldn’t compare those feelings.

Once I felt strong enough, I excused myself and stepped outside for air. The night air was cool, a soft breeze whispering through the trees.

I wandered to the far end of the porch and settled into a wooden rocking chair. This… this was how I’d survived the worst days in the pack house. Finding peace in the quiet, letting the forest calm the chaos inside me. If I could just stay here a little longer, maybe the knot in my chest would loosen.

Every problem has a solution, I reminded myself. Even if it’s not the one you want.

I was so lost in thought, I didn’t hear the rustle of movement until I felt it.

The heat.

That heady scent of citrus and sage rushed at me like a crashing wave.

I didn’t have to look.

I already knew who it was.

Emerald eyes glinted from the shadows, locked on me with feral hunger.

Everett