Fix It

{ Georgette }

This little shit.

I hold his rebellious brown eyes for what seems like three years. He's drunk and angry at me, and why? Because I don't want to jump into another relationship after being with Asheron for five years? He should be a lot more understanding than this.

"Cain, take it back," Queen Jana growls at him, sounding exactly like she did when we were kids and Cain did something wrong.

"No. I want the bond broken. And Georgette wants that, too," he says, pointing directly at me. Literally, he lifts his hand and points like a kid, "She wants it gone. Don't you, Georgette?"

I don't think he has ever called me Georgette. Not even once.

"You do not speak for me, Cain. Fuck you," I spit out, my dad lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, fuck you!" he shouts back, making me gasp in shock along with everyone else, "Fuck all of you! I'm moving back to New York. I don't want to deal with any of this."

Oh, my god. I cover my face and take a deep breath. He's having a nervous breakdown and it’s all my fault.

I mean, I should know better than to add to his stress right now, when he already has more than enough. Cain hasn't faced a single hardship or responsibility in his whole life; of course he can't handle the pressure he's facing right now.

"We need to have a private conversation," I say, walking closer to Cain to offer him my hand. The sassy motherfucker looks at my hand and shakes his head. I don't know what comes over me, I don't know if being around Cain brings back my most immature self, but I lift a hand to grab a handful of his thick hair and I pull him down to my level, "Be a fucking adult for once."

"You're the one pulling on my fucking hair, Georgie. Let go!" he groans, grabbing my wrist. I know damn well he could push me away in a second or grab me with actual force to take my hand off him, but he doesn't. Because he’s a good guy, "Let go of me."

"Both of you, stop it right now!" my dad orders in his Big Voice. Of course, I let go of Cain immediately and turn to look at my dad. He hasn't talked to me like that in years, "No, your bond won't be broken. You both have to deal with it and let go of whatever issues you have. You both clearly already love each other; that's why this is happening in the first place."

Cain scoffs and looks away, but his face gets red. And I feel huge amounts of guilt because... well... because maybe I... maybe I do feel a little something for Cain. Maybe I always have. Even when Asheron was my mate.

Oh, god. I want to throw up.

"I think we have to give them time and talk about this with the rest of the Council," King Erik says, looking at my dad, "This is a delicate situation. The Blues pack might not like it."

Fuck. Asheron's parents. Of course, they won't like this.

"Yeah, I think I have to tell them personally first," I say, swallowing a lump of nerves in my throat, "Can you give me until Monday? I have a very personal relationship with Queen Elena and King Aldo; they would want to hear this from me."

"Of course," Queen Jana nods and looks at her son, "Cain? Say goodbye to your mate."

"Bye-bye," he lets out, coldly. I roll my eyes and turn to him, "What?"

"We'll talk once you're no longer drunk," I say, shaking my head before walking to the exit next to my dad. As soon as I have Josephine in my line of vision, I practically run to her and pull her out of the palace, "Did you hear all that?"

"Yes!" she says, "How are you feeling? That was a lot."

"I don't know how I’m feeling," I answer honestly, "I don't know what to feel except guilt and extreme confusion. I wasn't expecting this whatsoever."

"Both of you, get in the car," my dad says when our car arrives. And as soon as we’re all inside, I finally unload how UNFAIR this is for me.

"Princess, let me see if I’m following…. You have a second chance at true love, right? The most special type of love?” Josephine asks. I grimace and nod, "Well, just so you know, most people never find even ONE fated mate, but you found two. You truly are blessed… so it’s a little messed up that you’re complaining so much about it.”

"Exactly," my dad joins in, "I know firsthand how horrible it is to deal with the death of a loved one. And I can only imagine the pain of losing your fated mate... but you're still alive, baby. And this new bond is a gift. Another one. Josephine is right, you're so lucky, I can't believe you have the balls to complain at all."

That makes me stop whining immediately. Trust my dad to make me feel like an ungrateful brat.

"And to have it be your best friend? This really feels like a fairytale, Georgie," Josephine says, grabbing my hand and squeezing, "I don't understand why the fight between you guys even happened… You were so excited to see him.”

"Well, Cain has the little brother syndrome," I mumble, closing my eyes in stress for a second, "I already knew this, but I didn't take it into consideration. He loves Justin to death, but he's always felt like second place. I guess this just sparked his issues... and the fact that I acted like a little bitch probably made it even worse."

My dad nods, understanding Cain's behavior a little more.

"You guys need to have a private, adult conversation about this. He has to understand Asheron's death is still a very tender wound for you," my dad says, "And you need to learn how to give your mate his place. No one likes to be second place."

I swallow and nod.