Chapter 9 9
POV LOIS
I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to them, but maybe that was the best kind of farewell—saying nothing and simply walking away.
In the restaurant it had felt incredibly good to be defended. I didn’t expect it; I didn’t even know they were there. But seeing them approach me was like sudden relief.
I couldn’t describe the feeling that rushed through me when I felt protected.
“How did it go?” Viviana asked, sitting on the bed and looking around the room as I folded her clothes properly—because she had turned everything into a mess again. I was still stunned by the fight the twins caused during breakfast in that restaurant. Viviana had just ended her long call, telling a university friend all about her adventures on the train.
“How did they behave? See? Nothing happened just because you were with two strangers.”
They could have been two strangers with bad intentions, but Viviana didn’t see it that way.
“Fine, they behaved very well.” I swallowed discreetly, still sore between my legs.
They had behaved well. I was the one who behaved badly, letting myself be carried away by… whatever that was.
That irresistible desire that took over me in that moment.
The twins were… pure dynamite. I lost the ability to think straight, and all I could think about was being between them.
Both of them.
Even when they asked me to choose, I guess they never expected me to choose them both.
Did I regret it? Never. I’d treasure those memories for the rest of my life, and one day I’d tell them to my granddaughters. That was my greatest adventure.
“I had a great time too, all night,” she said with a wicked smile before throwing herself onto the bed. “But I hope he’s not in my class or something. He wanted me to stay in his room until we arrived, then go to our dorm together, and all that cheesy stuff. I don’t know what he thought. In bed he was great, but everything else was terrible. If people saw me with him right when we arrived, it would scare off other guys. I’m not stupid—he just wanted to show me off, make everyone think I was his. What did he think I am, an idiot?”
“And what was his name?” I stood her suitcase upright once I finally managed to close it. I didn’t know how she brought so many clothes if she’d also told me she would be buying clothes here.
“I don’t remember, but he was cute. Are your things ready?”
“Yes.”
“Now tell me—who was the idiot that threw breakfast on you?”
“It doesn’t matter. It was nothing. But that’s exactly what I wanted to talk about, Viviana. Maybe… this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Lois! We haven’t even arrived yet! What the hell happened in the dining car that you’re thinking this way? I told you I’d protect you!”
“The problem is that you won’t always be with me, and this place… it’s full of Alphas and Betas. You didn’t tell me that. If I had known, I never would’ve come here—I’ll be the only Omega!”
It was as bad as it sounded.
“It’s not like you’re here to study, Lois! What does that matter?! I didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t accept, and look at how you’re acting now. What sense would it make for you to stay there? Here you’ll see the world, meet people, make friends. This is the opportunity of your life and you know it. There you’d only keep doing the same work you’ve done forever.”
None of that would happen—meeting people or making friends. I’d end up shut inside wherever we lived because everything would be infested with them. That was what would happen. I was being naïve, but I didn’t want to cross the line and become a pessimist, put myself in danger and cause trouble for my parents, for the pack, or for Alpha Joseph—much less drag Viviana into problems because of me.
Her intention was good, but not the best.
“Where are we going to live?”
“Lois… you know I need you here with me. You’ve never said no to me before, and now you’re having doubts. This place will be good for you, the environment.”
“Where are we going to live, Viviana?”
“We have an apartment near campus.”
“How near?” I was already scared.
“Where the students stay, Lois.” Of course.
I lowered my gaze, feeling completely trapped. I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom—I needed to cry a few minutes to let the frustration out.
I was being naïve!
It was one thing to deal with them in a public place, but completely different to go where only they existed.
Shit.
I wasn’t prepared for this, and it wasn’t going to be pleasant.
I splashed water on my face, tears mixing with it as they ran down my cheeks.
What could I do?