Chapter 51

Chapter Fifty-One

BECKETT

F ive days. It's been five fucking days since I've seen my sister. We haven't spoken once , but even if I never hear her voice directed at me, I won't care. I just need to see her.

Five damn days since we moved in across the street from them and I haven't seen even a flash of our matching white hair.

Is she okay? Is her pack treating her okay?

I may have gone almost twenty-one years without her, but now that I know where she is and how close I am to her, I can't rest. I have to know how she's doing and if she's getting everything she needs. If she's happy.

Freya's story about her aunt and uncle only allowing her to use butter on toast made me see red. Thankfully, Kate was there with a hand on my thigh to rein my alpha back in.

I failed my twin so fucking miserably, not to mention my fated mate was tortured for three and a half fucking years and I couldn't do anything to save her.

I didn't save either of the most important women in my life, and that realization has kept me up at night in cold sweats and nightmares.

I'm fidgety at best, and the worst part is I know it's setting my omega on edge. How Kate is staying sane with the three of us is impressive to me. Not only have I been bordering on a panic attack since we moved in, Remy and Nick haven't stopped measuring dicks since the new guy decided to move himself in with us.

I get it, I do. He's Kate's alpha, but his dominance potential if he were to mate into the pack could become an issue.

My omega has been taking turns sleeping with me and Nick, but not Remy. She's uncertain about him, but they're getting along. I'm cool with the addition. He's proven himself a leader and capable of protecting my mate, which is more than I can say about myself.

Nick, on the other hand, has been our pack lead since the beginning of that hellhole. I've never minded seeing as I've always struggled to merge and naturally coexist with my alpha side. Nick is obviously more dominant and controlled than I am, making him pack alpha.

Until now, there has never been a threat to the hierarchy of our little pack of three. Remy threatens all we have known, which in turn has led to two grown alphas constantly posturing around the house.

"Can you do something about them?" Kate huffs in exasperation.

We're both sitting on the couch, Kate watching the two dumbasses silently battle over who will make our omega's sandwich.

I shake my head, putting the book down. I hadn't read a word of it in at least ten minutes anyway. The need to learn more about my connection to my twin has been my goal while we settle in, but it seems my wandering thoughts and anxiety can't be tamed by the topic anymore.

Need to see my sister.

"What would you have me do?" I ask curiously.

She tosses her arms in the air. "Literally anything!"

I think about it for a moment, then an idea strikes, but it will be up to my omega.

"How would you feel about coming with me to see Freya right now? I feel..." I trail off, not knowing how to explain it to her.

Kate's eyes soften as she places a hand on my knee. "I know I don't understand, but I see you, Beckett. You're struggling without her?"

I nod, hesitantly, not wanting Kate to think I feel anything less for her. Unfortunately, I don't think I do a good job of hiding that fear through our bond.

"She's your twin, Beck. I, in no way, feel threatened. Freya's my friend too, remember, and I'm sure she needs to see you just as much," she says to soothe my worries.

Looking into her honest gaze, warmth fills my chest at the affection I see radiating back at me and through our bond.

"Ready?" she asks, grinning.

I nod, grab her hand, and pull her from the soft cushions.

"Hey, fuckers!" I yell, walking to the door with my omega in tow. "Your pissing contest won you a few hours alone to work your shit out." Both alphas look from me to our omega sliding her sandals on with surprise and confusion. "Wash the stank of tension out of the damn walls before we get back."

Before they can growl or question me, Kate and I are out the door. Her giggle is music to my ears as she skips down the steps.

"Is that what you had in mind?" I ask, chuckling at her giddiness.

Spinning on her heel, her short brown hair tickles her throat. My little spitfire bounds up to me, laying a big kiss on my cheek. "You were perfect!"

I preen. I swear I even purr a little as I try to grab her around the waist, but she slips out of my hold with a bratty glint in her eye.

"Let's go see my bestie!"

Then she's sprinting across the road, making my stomach lurch with bile at her recklessness.

Fuck, if Freya is half as wild as my omega, they are going to be the death of me.