The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 48
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I could hear Orion’s voice in my dream. He and Tristan seemed to be having some kind of argument.
But why would they be arguing? And in my dream?
In all the years I’d known them, I’d rarely heard them raise their voices at each other. They disagreed sometimes, sure, but they always
worked things out with quiet conversations and mutual respect.
This sounded different. This sounded angry, hurt, desperate.
“She’s my sister! I have a right to know, man!” Orion’s voice was tight with barely controlled emotion, the kind of tone he used when he
was trying very hard not to completely lose his temper.
Even though his voice sounded so real, I knew I was dreaming because there was no way he could be here. He’s with Liam and he’d be
there, for at least three more days, until the fever completely broke.
Still, the voices continued. And they were definitely talking about me. My stomach clenched with dread by the thought.
“She wanted to tell you herself,” Tristan said, sounding tired. ““She didn’t want to disturb you while you were dealing with Liam’s illness.”
“The fuck?” Orion’s voice cracked slightly, and I could hear the pain underneath the anger. “She’s my responsibility, Tristan. She’s never a disturbance. Never. How could you think I wouldn’t want to know if something was wrong with her?”
There was genuine hurt in his voice now, the kind of deep wound that comes from feeling shut out by the people you love most. I tried to move, to call out to them, to explain that this wasn’t Tristan’s fault, but my body felt like it was made of lead.
Orion hardly say the swear word, unless he’s hurt, fraustrated or pissed and right now, I think he’s feeling all three.
“I swear I wanted to tell you when I found out, I wanted….” Tristan said, and I could picture him running his hands through his hair the way he did when he was frustrated and backed into a corner.
“When?” Orion’s voice was deadly quiet now, which somehow felt more ominous than when he’d been shouting.
“Man…”
“Don’t ‘man‘ me right now, Tristan. Don’t make me repeat myself. When did you fucking find out?”
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Even in my dream, I knew Tristan was doing that thing where he paced back and forth
when he didn’t want to answer a question.
I tried to get to them, to make them stop fighting. But I couldn’t even lift a finger. My body was too heavy, too weak.
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What’s going on? I hate hearing them argue.
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They were both pissed off, I could hear it in both their voices, but they weren’t really angry at each other. They were angry at the situation, at themselves, at whatever had brought them to this point.
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But that anger had to go somewhere, and it was easier to direct it at each other than to face whatever truth was hanging between them.
Orion sounded like his world was falling apart, why Tristan sounded so guilty and defensive.
I needed to stop them before they said something they couldn’t take back. I tried getting up again, but it felt futile. My limbs wouldn’t
respond to my commands, like they belonged to someone else.
Tristan. Orion’s voice carried a warning now.
“A… week ago,” Tristan finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Uhhhh,” The sound that escaped Orion was somewhere between a growl and a groan of pain. I’d heard him make that noise maybe three times in my entire life, and it always preceded either violence or a complete emotional breakdown.
I know he would never hurt Tristan, they’re brothers in every way that matters, but the sound still sends chills through me. It reminds me
too much of other angry voices, other moments when I’d been helpless.
“Man, you’ll wake her up,” Tristan said, his voice gentler now, probably trying to de–escalate before things got completely out of hand.
Wait. Was I dreaming inside my dream? How could they be talking about waking me up if this was all happening in my head?
“You heard the doctor,” Orion replied, and his voice sounded hollow now, defeated in a way that made my heart ache. “She won’t wake up for the next four hours. She took too many pills, Tristan. She could have died.”
The pain in his words hit me like a physical blow, even through the fog.
“I swear, man, I had no idea she’d try to harm herself because of him,” Tristan said, and the guilt in his voice was so thick I could almost
taste it.
What the hell are they talking about? They think I tried to kill myself. They think I took those pills because I wanted to die, not because I was terrified and panicking and couldn’t find any other way to quiet the voices in my head telling me that Daxon was coming for me.
Wait. Orion’s here? He knows about Daxon? About the drugs I took?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I needed to wake up. I had to explain everything. Tell them I didn’t try to end my life. I’d never do that. I just… wanted the pain to stop.
“You should have told me, mate,” Orion said, and the pain in his voice was almost unbearable. “Should have called me the moment you
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shed bees through.”
I know I should have, and I’m sorry, Tristan replied, and I could hear him struggling to keep his voice steady.
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Why is it that you never talk to me anymore? Orion asked, and there was something else in his voice now, something that went deeper
than just this argument about me.
“Orion.” 1 could hear the warning in Tristan’s voice, like he knew exactly where this conversation was heading and desperately didn’t want
to go there.
I’m serious, Tristan. The both of you are exactly the same. You Always shut me out when you’re in pain, both of you. Why? What did I do
to make you both feel like you can’t trust me?
The accusation hung in the air between them, and I realized this wasn’t just about me anymore. This was about years of hurt and misunderstanding, about the way grief and responsibility had driven wedges between people who used to tell each other everything.
“Orion,” Tristan warned, his voice changing.
I’m serious. You both shut me out. All the damn time. Why?”
“Not now,” Tristan said firmly.
“If not now, then when?” Orion’s voice was rising again, but it was desperate now rather than angry.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
