Split Alphas

Chapter 6

“We need to talk,” Everett said coldly.

I couldn’t speak. I didn’t even know what to say after everything Tom had told me. I remembered the rumors about him choosing a Luna—yet there was no mark on his neck, and his scent was wholly his.

“I don’t know what Wyatt has told you, and honestly, I don’t care,” Everett continued. “I won’t share my mate with anyone. And since you’ve already spent time with him, I’m going to assume you’ve mated. He can have you for all I care. I’d like to get this rejection over with so I can move on.”

The words sliced through me like claws. My heart seized, and tears burned down my cheeks before I could even think to stop them.

“ENOUGH!” boomed Wyatt from behind me.

Everett didn’t even flinch. The resentment in his eyes only deepened as he faced his brother.

“You can’t tell me what to do with my mate,” he snarled.

“No, I can’t,” Wyatt replied tightly, “but at least give the girl a damn break. She just woke up—and you’re already here trying to reject her. Don’t be such an asshole.”

That was it. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My emotions boiled over and spilled into rage.

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!” I shouted, stepping forward. “Wyatt, I appreciate you standing up for me, but I can defend myself.”

Then I turned on Everett. “And YOU,” I said, pointing at him, “I will not accept your rejection. Whether you like it or not, we are fated mates. If you have a better reason than hating your brother, I’ll hear it. Otherwise, grow up.”

His neck flushed a deep red. I didn’t know for sure, but I was willing to bet no woman had ever talked to him like that. Maybe not anyone.

For a brief moment, there was silence. But then they started again—bickering, snapping at each other like rabid dogs. My head pounded.

I let out a frustrated groan, turned on my heel, and stormed back into the cabin. Slamming the bedroom door behind me, I locked it and leaned against it to catch my breath.

Of course, Wyatt was instantly on the other side, knocking gently, his voice soft with concern. “Ginger, I’m sorry. My brother’s an i***t. Please don’t lock me out for the rest of the night.”

“Let her sulk,” Everett scoffed loudly from the hallway. “Don’t let her p***y-whip you any more than she already has.”

Wyatt growled low and dangerous, but I tuned them both out.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I flung the door open.

Wyatt’s eyes lit up, hopeful. Everett rolled his again. Typical.

“I hope your eyes get stuck like that,” I snapped at Everett, then grabbed Wyatt’s arm and yanked him inside. “If you don’t want me, Everett, then go home.”

With that, I slammed the door shut in his face.

Wyatt stood there, concern still etched in every line of his face. He didn’t move toward me, sensing the anger still simmering under my skin. But his eyes… those eyes made it so hard to stay mad. He looked at me like I was something precious—something worth protecting.

Everett’s scent began to fade as he stormed out, the front door slamming behind him. Wyatt sighed, muttering something under his breath.

I stepped closer to him. The desire in his gaze burned hot, his eyes swirling with flecks of black as his wolf tried to surface. But Wyatt held control, and after a moment, his green eyes returned to normal.

“I know everything’s complicated right now,” he said gently, “but you don’t have to make any decisions right away. I meant what I said—whether Everett wants you or not, I will mark and mate you. You’re mine, Ginger.”

My heart twisted. Even though my interactions with Everett had been chaotic, Amethyst was drawn to him in a primal, consuming way—different from how she responded to Wyatt. Wyatt was safety. He was warm and patient, like stepping into a home I’d never known I was missing.

Still, my stomach twisted painfully. I hadn’t eaten since early that morning.

“Can we just get something to eat and talk about this later?” I asked.

Wyatt’s expression softened, and he nodded. “Of course.”

We went into the kitchen and grabbed the snacks I had packed earlier. For the first time all day, things felt… calm. The two of us curled up on the couch, quietly watching whatever movie Tom had left playing on the screen. I couldn’t even focus on it. I leaned into Wyatt’s side, and his strong arm wrapped around my shoulders, anchoring me.

So much had happened in one day.

But even as my body relaxed, my mind began to spiral. I was an omega. A servant. I’d spent most of my life working in the shadows, unnoticed. And now—somehow—I was fated to become the Luna of a powerful pack. Maybe two.

Anxiety clawed at my ribs, but Wyatt’s presence soothed the worst of it. He didn’t look at me like I was less-than. He didn’t seem to care where I came from. To him, I was just… his.

As sleep pulled me under, one final thought echoed in my mind.

Tomorrow I’d begin sorting through this mess. One step at a time.

And first on the list? Find a damn dress for the ball.