Page 74 of My Three Hometown Alphas

“Okay,” I say, sliding my hands into the pockets of my jean shorts.

“Owen and Liv were exactly what you’d picture twins would be,” Miles says, a glossiness covering his eyes. He shakes his head, like he can shake it away. “They were inseparable. We were all close, but those two were something different.”

“I could tell by the way he talked about her when we met,” I tell them.

The way he felt about his sister was blatantly clear during our time in Dallas. The idea of losing her was completely gutting him.

“I’m glad he met you back then,” Will says.

“Me too,” I say, meaning it with every cell in my body.

Meeting Owen was the first step in meeting all of them. And I don’t want to think about a version of my life where I never got to meet any of the Kingstons.

I reach for the door handle behind me. “I’m going to go check on him.”

A part of me thinks they’ll tell me to leave him alone, but they both nod.

“I think you’re what he needs right now,” Miles says.

I don’t have a reply for that, so I turn toward the door. I have it halfway open when Will speaks up.

“Thank you for…” He trails off, dragging in a deep breath. He waves his hand around. “Everything.”

“Of course,” I say, feeling my heart stutter painfully in my chest. With a small smile, I head toward my car with one goal in mind.

Owen.

I have no idea what I can possibly do to help him through this, but you bet your ass if there is something that can be done, I’ll make it happen.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Owen

“Owen,”Liv says with a surprising amount of venom as she reaches her frail hand toward me. I turn to look at her but don’t move from my spot on the couch.

She’s propped up on the hospital bed that has taken the place of the love seat my parents used to have in their living room.

“Owen,” she almost growls, “get your ass over here.”

With a grunt I stand, walking across the room until I’m standing beside her. She grabs my hand, pulling me to sit beside her.

Her hand feels far too small in mine. I keep my hold on her gentle because I don’t want to hurt her more than the fucking plague that’s destroying her from the inside out already is.

“I know you aren’t going to want to hear this, so I’m just going to say it,” she says.

Oh, my sister. Always the blunt one in the family.

I don’t know what she’s about to say, but I’m sure she’s right. I’m not going to like it.

“You have to keep living.” She pauses for a second before continuing. “I’ve seen you shutting down over the last few months. Please don’t do that. I want you to live. To be happy.”

My eyes close because I can’t look at her anymore when she’s saying all of this. How can I be happy when she won’t be here anymore?

“I know you’re thinking it isn’t possible, but I promise you, Owen. It is.” She squeezes my hand with more force than I would have thought her capable of. “I can only imagine how I would feel if our roles were reversed.”

Her eyes grow glossy. “You’d want me to be happy, though, if something ever happened to you. Right?”

I open my eyes again. “Of course,” I say without any hesitation.