Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 69: Isn’t Everything?

"Tristan. What are you doing here?" Troy asked abit shocked as he looked at Tristan who sat comfortably in his seating room, although his expression looked anything but in the mood.

His shoulders were tensed and seeing the comical way he was breathing, he knew his brother was a boiling lava, that had a filter with huge holes over it.

"Sit." Tristan clipped, staring into the wall, ready to pour his feelings.

It took him so much self control to not come busting into Troy’s place, with all his pent up emotions.

He’d spent over three hours in a boxing ring down town, ’dissecting’ his emotions.

Without arguing, Troy went to sit on a loveseat abit close to where Tristan sat, his mind already prepared to listen to what he had to say, even though he felt he already knew what it was.

"Why?" Was all Tristan said, looking into his brother’s eyes, without malice or anger. With nothing but just need for a response.

"I just couldn’t hold back, Tristan. Truth is when it happened, I didn’t know. It just did. And when I realized what I had done, it was already too late to take it back." Troy explained.

"You could’ve atleast told her your reasons, Troy. Do you know where he found her? She sat in water, completely passed out." Tristan said, looking at his brother.

"Shit." Troy cursed, palming his face.

"I don’t know what we’d have done if it was cold water, or if Theo wasn’t a strong wolf who knew the woods and could run down here. This could’ve gone really bad, Troy. So fucking bad.

"You know we are trying to take it slow, not too slow, but considerably. We don’t want to push her, or stall her or shock her. She’s just been a normal invisible person with social anxiety and now she’s got three mates with dark pasts, that would soon be Alphas and she’d have to be the Luna to a pack that sixty percent of its population perceives her as a weirdo."

"Troy, I know you. Better than any other person in this world. I know you could’ve held back if you wanted to. I know you would have stayed if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You ran away. Why, Troy? Why?" Tristan asked his brother, his eyes laying heavily on Troy, who was in turmoil. freёwebnoѵel.com

What had he thought, that Tristan would hear what happened and just believe? If he was being honest with himself, he had half expected the man to believe him a bit, but well, his hope just got tarnished because, Tristan saw through him as always.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, sitting up in his seat.

"Because I’m scared, Trist. I’m scared and at the same time, I don’t feel I’m worth it. Worth her. Tristan, she’s so innocent and fierce. She’s intelligent smart and everything, I honestly think she’s too good for me."

"So you’d push her away?!" Tristan snapped, his heavy gaze on his brother who was breaking before him. "Is that it? You want to push her away because you feel you don’t deserve her?! Well, newsflash, Sir, none of us do!"

"Not even the slightest. We are fucked up in many ways, but that doesn’t make us less of who we are. We waited for her for five years! Five! Troy. I know you didn’t wait, you lost hope, you lost almost everything, but I know you didn’t lose yourself, so get your fucking shit together!."

"You don’t know how scared she was, Troy. She thought you didn’t recognize her, she saw that other side of you when we haven’t secured her yet, or informed her. That wasn’t cool at all."

"Look. I know we’ve all got doubts and everything, you see this, you see her, do not let them come close to her, understood? We just got her, we are still trying to know the real Bethany Sage, so please, please, Troy. Get. Your. Shit. Together." He admonished, releasing his fisted hand and laying back on the cushion, shutting his eyes.

"I need a fucking drink." He muttered, getting up from the seat, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink.

Troy sat put in his sit, his mind about to pop with thoughts.

What could he do?

Why did he think running away was best?

Why did he think only about himself?

What could he do?

"What do I do?" He asked his brother who had just sat down with a glass of tequila in his hand. " How do I get get my shit together?" His voice was hoarse and low.

Tristan looked at his brother who sat beside him, completely dejected. He even looked older than normal.

Running his hand through his hair, he sighed, taking a huge sip from his glass.

"Let that thought go." He said calmly. "That thought, that notion of not being enough, let it go. It’s okay to doubt yourself sometimes, man. It means there’s humility in you, but what you do with that doubt is what matters."

"I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I’m not good enough for her, I know I’m not good enough for her, but the Goddess thought it wise to merge our souls with hers. Three mishaps to an angel."

"I might not be good for her, but there’s so much fucking room for improvement. And good God she’s understanding, fucking understanding. That alone is a confirmation that although we might not be good for her, we have an entire life to make that up with every fucking fibre of our being."

"So I need you to see this, her, as an opportunity to become the best version of yourself, because soon, we’ll be Dad’s. And then , I wouldn’t want us to be barely cooked as we are, right now. I want us, to be completely ready, and still malleable, because parenthood can be really difficult."

"Do this for yourself, and for her. I trust you." Tristan said, offering Troy his glass, as a sign of understanding, and Troy accepted it, taking a sip before returning it.

"This will be difficult." Troy said sighing, shutting his eyes.

Tristan chuckled, picking the remote, scrolling to the sport channel. "Isn’t everything?"

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