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he was in, he was going to rip
Jack’s head off, no matter where he was.
“Scott?” A groggy sounding Jack answered the phone, his tone filled with both shock and
confusion.
“Where are you?”
“Don’t scream at me, Scott. I
can hear you just fine at a lower decibel level. I’m with Ash, where else would
I be?”
Hot, angry waves flowed over
Scott like a never-ending ocean of feeling. It was too much, pulling him under
and drowning him in pain. He took a quick, sharp breath and clenched his jaw,
responding the only way he could at that moment.
“You fucked her already? God,
Jack, you don’t waste any time, do you?”
Silence descended after a
distinctively feminine gasp sounded over the line.
“I’ll call you later,” was all his twin said before he promptly hung up on him.
The background noise stopped
and Scott began to shake. He pushed up to his feet and rushed toward the
kitchen, making it just in time to feel the burn of his stomach acid clearing
his throat and spilling into the sink.
He dry retched several times,
salty hot tears stinging his eyes while he took deep breaths in through his
nose in an attempt to calm the fuck down.
Sweat broke out all over his
body as alternating waves of hot and cold flowed over him, making him feel
terribly sick.
When his stomach had stopped
clenching with painful contractions, he splashed some water onto his face and
swirled it around his mouth, then sank to the floor, the cold tiles jolting him
as his palms came into contact with them.
He coughed, his lungs seizing
for a moment before resuming their wheezing of air.
Scott’s head slumped forward
and he concentrated solely on breathing.
So, his twin was with their
mate, a woman they both had decided didn’t exist. He wanted to believe it, and
a small part of him did. The other, larger part was fucking terrified. The
scientist in him was baffled and critical of the alleged bond, despite him
feeling the connection between them as though it were a physical thing.
He had to get up.
Scott forced himself to his
feet, his legs like lead beneath him. He dragged his feet along the corridor
and threw himself into the shower, blasting his sluggish body with cold water.
“Fuck! Shit!” he screamed as
he jumped from foot to foot, the freezing water like needles against his skin,
knocking any lingering lethargy from his body.
After he’d washed, he stepped
out of the cubicle and began toweling himself dry.
Ash and Jack had
fucked—mated—whatever the hell their kind did with the woman meant for them. He
had to get used to that fact.
Jack had taken the
opportunity to pursue her, to bond with her, and if she was as smart as she
seemed, she’d jump at the chance to be with his fun, good-looking, kind-hearted
brother. But where did that leave him?
“Between a rock and a hard
place, that’s where.”
He began to dress, his head
swimming from a lack of food and too much stress. Sadly, it wasn’t an unusual
event for him with the way his life had gone.
He had to make a choice.
Either watch Jack be with Ash and be happy for them, or get over his fear and join them, and
that was if she’d forgive him for what he’d said to Jack while she listened.
He couldn’t lose his
brother’s love due to envy. The three of them being together was how it was
supposed to be. He’d looked at Brandon and Tyler during their wedding and knew
it to be true. But he was too broken to ever be a real part of a relationship,
especially one as perfect as a truly mated perfect pair should be. Wasn’t he?
Head heavy and heart aching,
Scott loped back to his pristine kitchen. Alone.
Chapter Seven
Jack called himself three
types of a fool as anger rolled in his gut. He should never have picked up the
phone. What on earth had possessed him?
He rolled onto his side and
smiled at his lover as well as he could with the weight of dread on his chest.
“I’m sorry about that.”
Ash’s blue eyes glowed with
hurt as she
Jack’s head off, no matter where he was.
“Scott?” A groggy sounding Jack answered the phone, his tone filled with both shock and
confusion.
“Where are you?”
“Don’t scream at me, Scott. I
can hear you just fine at a lower decibel level. I’m with Ash, where else would
I be?”
Hot, angry waves flowed over
Scott like a never-ending ocean of feeling. It was too much, pulling him under
and drowning him in pain. He took a quick, sharp breath and clenched his jaw,
responding the only way he could at that moment.
“You fucked her already? God,
Jack, you don’t waste any time, do you?”
Silence descended after a
distinctively feminine gasp sounded over the line.
“I’ll call you later,” was all his twin said before he promptly hung up on him.
The background noise stopped
and Scott began to shake. He pushed up to his feet and rushed toward the
kitchen, making it just in time to feel the burn of his stomach acid clearing
his throat and spilling into the sink.
He dry retched several times,
salty hot tears stinging his eyes while he took deep breaths in through his
nose in an attempt to calm the fuck down.
Sweat broke out all over his
body as alternating waves of hot and cold flowed over him, making him feel
terribly sick.
When his stomach had stopped
clenching with painful contractions, he splashed some water onto his face and
swirled it around his mouth, then sank to the floor, the cold tiles jolting him
as his palms came into contact with them.
He coughed, his lungs seizing
for a moment before resuming their wheezing of air.
Scott’s head slumped forward
and he concentrated solely on breathing.
So, his twin was with their
mate, a woman they both had decided didn’t exist. He wanted to believe it, and
a small part of him did. The other, larger part was fucking terrified. The
scientist in him was baffled and critical of the alleged bond, despite him
feeling the connection between them as though it were a physical thing.
He had to get up.
Scott forced himself to his
feet, his legs like lead beneath him. He dragged his feet along the corridor
and threw himself into the shower, blasting his sluggish body with cold water.
“Fuck! Shit!” he screamed as
he jumped from foot to foot, the freezing water like needles against his skin,
knocking any lingering lethargy from his body.
After he’d washed, he stepped
out of the cubicle and began toweling himself dry.
Ash and Jack had
fucked—mated—whatever the hell their kind did with the woman meant for them. He
had to get used to that fact.
Jack had taken the
opportunity to pursue her, to bond with her, and if she was as smart as she
seemed, she’d jump at the chance to be with his fun, good-looking, kind-hearted
brother. But where did that leave him?
“Between a rock and a hard
place, that’s where.”
He began to dress, his head
swimming from a lack of food and too much stress. Sadly, it wasn’t an unusual
event for him with the way his life had gone.
He had to make a choice.
Either watch Jack be with Ash and be happy for them, or get over his fear and join them, and
that was if she’d forgive him for what he’d said to Jack while she listened.
He couldn’t lose his
brother’s love due to envy. The three of them being together was how it was
supposed to be. He’d looked at Brandon and Tyler during their wedding and knew
it to be true. But he was too broken to ever be a real part of a relationship,
especially one as perfect as a truly mated perfect pair should be. Wasn’t he?
Head heavy and heart aching,
Scott loped back to his pristine kitchen. Alone.
Chapter Seven
Jack called himself three
types of a fool as anger rolled in his gut. He should never have picked up the
phone. What on earth had possessed him?
He rolled onto his side and
smiled at his lover as well as he could with the weight of dread on his chest.
“I’m sorry about that.”
Ash’s blue eyes glowed with
hurt as she
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