#Chapter 145: On Different Paths

Abigail If anyone tells you eavesdropping never ends well, they’re lying. It ends exactly how you'd expect—like your heart has been drop-kicked into a blender and someone forgot to put the lid on. I wasn’t even trying to listen. Okay, maybe a little. Fine, I fully ducked behind the garden wall because I heard Dad say my name. But that’s not the point. The point is: Owen said yes. My twin brother—who still can't fold a shirt without making it look like a wrinkled tortilla—just agreed to start Alpha training. Alpha. Training. The kind of training that changes your whole life. The kind of training I should have been considered for. I mean—hello? Our mom is an Alpha. Our dad is an Alpha. And yeah, Owen is great and strong and whatever—but I’m not exactly chopping onions and waiting for fate to pick me. I fight. I train harder than most of the guys. I care. If mom could do it, wasn’t I being included? But no. It's always, “Owen this,” and “Owen that,” and now it's, “Owen, let