Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 105

We found a bar not far from the lab, a small, dimly lit place that felt just isolated enough to be safe. Sara ordered a whiskey, downing it quickly before leaning back in her seat, her eyes burning with leftover anger.

“Want to talk about it?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle.

She snorted, staring at her empty glass. “What’s there to talk about? He never cared, not when it mattered.”

I sighed, knowing that there were no easy words that would fix this. "Maybe he’s trying now."

Sara looked at me, her expression softening slightly, but still filled with frustration. “Too little, too late.” She waved the bartender over for another drink, then glanced at me. “But hey, at least you’ve still got your golden child status, right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s not make this about me.”

Sara gave me a crooked smile. “Fine. But you owe me a drink for putting up with all this.”

I laughed softly. “Deal.”

The bar was louder now, the hum of conversation blending with the clink of glasses and low thrum of music. Sara had long since abandoned any pretense of calm, throwing back whiskey after whiskey, while I nursed my drink, keeping a wary eye on her.

"Honestly, I should’ve knocked him out," Sara muttered, slurring her words slightly. “Act like a father, my ass.”

I sighed, swirling the remnants of my drink. “You know it’s more complicated than that.”

“Complicated?” Sara let out a sharp laugh. “You’re his perfect daughter, Ella. Of course, you’d say that.”

I didn’t bother arguing. She was too deep in her anger, too drunk to see reason. Still, her words stung, even if I didn’t show it. Adonis’s favoritism had always been a wedge between us, something we never talked about but always felt.

As I raised my glass to my lips, a shadow loomed over the table. I glanced up to see a group of men, their eyes too bold, their grins too wide. One of them leaned in, far too close for comfort.

“Hey there,” he drawled, his breath heavy with alcohol. “What’re two pretty ladies like you doing here all alone?”

Sara’s expression shifted, her eyes narrowing. “We’re not interested,” she snapped, already on edge.

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that,” another man chimed in, his hand hovering over Sara’s shoulder.

I straightened, placing a hand on Sara’s arm in warning. “You heard her. We’re not interested. Move along.”