When we get back home with the food, there's a man sitting in my couch next to Georgie and all my hairs stand immediately, but I have enough brain to know whatever I'm feeling, Cain is feeling too... only about a hundred times worse. I lift my arm automatically, at the same time he bulldozes forward, so I'm able to stop him."Another one?! Who the fuck is this?!" he growls, looking at Georgie in disbelief, but my head isn't as hot as Cain's and I can see this guy is some kind of doctor. A young, attractive one, which is fucking annoying, but a doctor. And I think I've seen him before. "I'm Harrison Yam, Prince Cain. Her gynecologist," the guy says and stands up. Now it makes sense, Georgie has seen this doctor a few times, I even went to his office with her one time. Cain wants to keep going, but I shut him up with a look, "I'm a professional… and gay, if that helps. So you can both relax.""Gay my ass," Cain spits out, but he stops trying to run to him, "Why would you decide to be

"Okay, so... sure, you've thought of everyone and everything outside of us," Cain finally says, making me nervous because I can’t recognize his tone. Cain is the biggest wild card here. I already know Georgie loves this, but Cain could react in any way, "But what about us? Like, you need to be clear. Is she going to be my girlfriend, but your wife someday? Marriage is a big deal and she can only marry one of us. I already know it's going to be you... also, kids? like, if you really mean forever, that kind of shit is important.""No, it's not just 'going to be me' every time, Cain," I complain, "We're starting from scratch here. It's not me and Georgie adding you to our relationship. Our relationship died when she thought I died."Georgie makes a chocked sound. "We're going to start anew as a three-way couple and we both matter to her just as much," I say, "And no, she won't be 'my wife, your girlfriend' she's our fated mate. There's no other tittle that matters more than that one. Ma

A few seconds later, Cain is still avoiding our eyes and the conversation. “Who decorated this place? It lacks personality,” he mutters, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I did," Ash answers, looking at Cain with a smile, as if he finds him amusing, "So, getting back to the topic...""I don't hate you either," he says, returning to the topic all by himself, thankfully, "You're okay.""Cain," I growl, but Ash squeezes my hand to stop me, "No, I don’t want to leave this hanging. Cain, I know it's hard for you to talk about feelings, but it's necessary. We have to be...""A ball, I got it," Cain says and laughs, "I'll be a ball with you guys, don't worry.""Do you understand that I love you the same way I love Asheron? Do you understand he’s saying he cares about you?” I push. Cain nods, but I can see he doesn't fully believe it. I close my eyes and sigh, "No, this is never going to work. Forget it.”"Georgie," Cain says when I try to get up from the table, looking at me

I take a second to prepare myself before walking to my chair. My father doesn’t look up.Cain turns to me with a look of pure terror but Ash looks relaxed. He gives me a smile to calm me down, which works. That’s why I can’t imagine life without Ash… who else is going to fix everything for me? Definitely not Cain, he’s more likely to mess everything up even more. And I think Ash knows that too, because he raises a finger and puts it to his lips while looking directly at Cain, telling him not to speak.“Aren’t you guys going to eat?” My father asks, without looking up from the menu. We had brunch just forty minutes ago, but I think we’re all on the same page because we all grab the menu in front of us to order something. When the waiter arrives, Asheron and I order just a small appetizer… Cain orders a main course.“Seriously?” I ask in a whisper.“What? I’m a stress-eater,” he whispers back. My father’s eyes immediately focus on him and I can almost see Cain starting to sweat right t

"Cain? Are you okay?" Justin asks when he answers my call."I'm good. But... some things have happened. Like, a lot of things," I murmur. "I'll tell you later, but I need to know something first.""Shoot,” he says, his voice sounds ready for anything. "Can I trust Asheron? In a political sense," I ask, starting to feel a desperation that makes my body tremble, "As an Alpha, is he a good one? Like, one of the good guys?""Why the hell are you asking that? Yes, Asheron is a good guy and a good alpha. He's one of my best friends," he responds as if it were obvious, which reassures me a bit. I guess that’s true, my brother wouldn’t befriend someone evil or untrustworthy. Unless Asheron has him fooled, too."Can we really trust him politically, though? That's what I want to ask, like..." I try to explain without spilling all the beans, but I can't, "If he were my husband and had access to our manp...""Cain, what the hell are you talking about?!" Justin roars over the phone. God, he’s so