Page 12 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

W ell, shit.

This is not how this was supposed to go.

The plan we carefully concocted was to take her on a date, get her all buttered up, and then tell her everything.

What do we do now? Eris grouses through our link. Clearly irritated with me that our plan didn’t go according to plan. Like I had any idea this would happen.

My shoulders slump as I consider our options.

The most logical option to most people would be to give her a half-baked version of the truth to pacify her until we’re comfortable telling her the whole thing. The alternate—and I think most responsible—option is to rip off the proverbial band-aid and give the lady what she wants.

Her dispute from when she laid us all bare to Roman come to me. “If I’m going to be getting to know my brother and creating a life here, I won’t start it with half-truths…”

We have to tell her, I elaborate my internal dialogue, explaining my reasoning, and I can see the moment he knows that’s what we have to do.

He rebuilds the wall around his heart brick-by-brick for fear that after we tell her, she’ll reject him. What he doesn’t know is that…if she rejects him over this…she’ll be rejecting me too.

I won’t take a mate that rejects my twin brother. No matter how badly it hurts. We’re a package deal. In my heart, I believe that we’re two halves of the same soul, and I will not allow him to be cast aside for doing what he felt was right to protect those he loved.