Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 106: Unfamiliar.

Chapter 106: Unfamiliar.

"Fine. You’re right." He sighed, leaning into the seat and opening his eyes."I’m worried, scared as hell, mention it. I’m worried about everything. Beth, you guys, the pack, the company. My world revolves around these four things, and yet I can’t keep any of them safe from this damn network. It makes my chest ache every single day. I can’t seem to find peace, or sleep relatively well, knowing there’s someone out there, in the company, in the pack, planting horrible seeds. A lot of things can go wrong."

"Sometimes it feels like I’m being torn apart. I’m so tired." He said, leaning forward to lean his head on his arms, he had folded on the table.

Loads of silence settled between them as his brothers assimilated his words, understanding and sadness flooding their hearts like a river.

"But we’re three of us, Trist. We all carry the same weight, live relatively the same life, and we share the same mate. We are part of you. Not just your brothers. You can’t and shouldn’t carry all that weight." Troy said softly, his eyes full of sadness and concern as he looked at his fairly elder brother.

"But-"

"There are no buts here, Tristan. Honestly, I’m kinda pissed you put all of this on yourself. What were you thinking?" Theo asked, anger in his tone.

"Theodore -" Troy tried to hold him back, but Theo wasn’t having it.

"No, Troy! When would he finally learn that just because he was born two minutes before us doesn’t mean he’s meant to carry all the weight while we just get to stay as underdogs, and only support when he feels we need to? That needs to stop, Tristan! It needs to stop now." Theo scolded, anger and concern dripping from his words.

"At this rate, you’d wake her. We still have a lot to handle, unless you want to tell her about the network." Troy warned quietly, knowing that would do the trick.

"Shut up, Troy." Theo spat, rolling his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"Just saying." Troy said, picking up no offense, turning his attention back to Tristan.

"There are three of us, Tristan. Three strong Alphas. Very unusual, but beyond perfect. Three of us were put in this position for a reason, and I think it’s because we were going to face tribulations that only one Alpha cannot handle. Selene would never put us in situations we can’t handle, you know that. So please, whatever the weight is, you’re not carrying it alone.-"

"-Taking care of Beth, the pack, the company, everything. We’d do it together, because we can. And when this is over, we’d come out better and stronger than ever. Every network and organization on this earth would learn to not just fear, but respect us." Troy admonished, sending loads and loads of positive energy into the tense atmosphere, satisfied when he saw Tristan nod in response.

"And you have to stop hoarding feelings," Theo interjected, his tone very much calmer now. "If this has to work, we have to communicate better and very often, seriously." He added, causing Troy to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, douche. We know. You don’t have to be pissy while saying it." He said, nudging his brother’s arm.

"I don’t care," Theo said, smacking his tongue, his face smug. "I’m the bad cop."

Tristan and Troy couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his comment, the formerly tense atmosphere now filled with lighter feelings and softer oxygen.

"You mean, the horribly annoying cop." Tristan teased, his shoulders shaking lightly as he chuckled.

"Still a better one than you could ever be." Theo retorted, his face couldn’t get any less smug.

"You wish." Tristan scoffed.

"Alright, that’s it." Troy cut in, stopping their banter. "You guys can continue your bickering later, but we have other things to handle. Bethany wouldn’t be asleep for too long."

"You keep pulling that card." Tristan teased, giving him a side eye.

"It always works." He responded, smirking.

"Well, good thing it did because I think I’ve found something," Theo said, his fingers flying across his keyboard.

"Which is?" Tristan asked, pulling his seat closer to the table, ears piqued.

In a second, all the screens were lit, displaying pictures of different men on half of the screen and information of relevance on the other half.

They all got up from their seats at once, Troy and Theo coming over to the side of the table where Tristan stood few steps away from the table, peering at the screens.

"Mm, these are a very handsome set of men, Theodore. Well done." Troy teased, slapping his brother’s shoulder.

"Just wait. Imma shave my foot up your ass." Theo attempted to threaten, scowling at his brother.

Tristan stood in their center, peering at the screens, reading through each information box beside the pictures with deep concentration, blocking out their incessant bickering.

"This guy." He said, cutting short their word squabble, pointing to the second guy on the last screen. "Why is there very little information on him? And given his date of birth and last name, we should know him because he should’ve been in our set in high school." He pointed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"We didn’t know everyone in our set, Tristan." Troy pointed, looking at the picture.

"No, we didn’t. But we knew their faces at least. We didn’t really have separate classes then; his last name should strike the tiniest string of recognition. It’s not common around here." Tristan pushed. Something wasn’t right about that guy, and he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

"I think I agree with Trist. A face like that and an aura that dark, we couldn’t have possibly forgotten him." Theo said, causing Troy to look at him and Tristan in confusion.

Sighing, he walked closer to the screen. "I think I need to get a closer look at this guy, ’cause you guys are driving me nuts." He said, standing directly in front of the screen.

He stared at the screen for a couple of seconds before standing erect, swallowing as he turned to meet his brothers’ expectant gazes.

"He’s very...unfamiliar."