#Chapter 126: Alpha Erik From the North

Conrad’s POV Mom must have sensed that my brothers and I had a lot to talk about, because after a little while, she asked Ollie to escort her down to the cafeteria for something to eat. Ollie seemed surprised by the request, but agreed. Now that they are both gone, and my brothers and I are alone, the entire mood of the room has shifted into something much more tense. I can’t speak for them, but I know I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a knife. “What do we do if she picks him?” Hugh asks from his hospital bed. The rest of us stand around in various states of upset. Declan and I are crossing our arms. Wes keeps nervously combing his hair with his fingers. “She won’t,” I say with more confidence than I actually feel. But I’ve learned in sports that positive thinking is how to manifest victory. “You don’t know that,” Wes says. “We’ve treated her unkindly over these past few years. Now her actual family have made an appearance and we –” “We are her actual family,” Declan