Alpha Brothers - the King (book 1)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Olivia
"I can't believe your leaving me," Maddie said as she watched me wipe down the tables.
"I'm not leaving you, I told you it wasn't my idea," I repeated, trying to get the sauce stains off the white table top.
"Yeah well, I know that you're pissed at your sister but I think that she's amazing for doing this for you."
I rolled my eyes at that. Yeah she was amazing alright.
It was a week before I left for Scotland. I had packed, seen the Art Club to do the paper work to make sure that I was really Olivia Davis and I had brought my plane ticket. I was starting to get excited about going. I had never left the country before so even the thought of going on the plane was enough to get my heart racing. Not that I would ever admit it to Amy. She already had a big enough head.
"Well I think that we should go out tonight. Give you a going away party," she suggested.
I shook my head and moved over to the next table.
"No, I really -,"​
"Liv, you workaholic," she scoffed straightening up the chairs.
"I'm not a workaholic, I'm a sleepacholic," I corrected.
"Well sleep is useless unless you've got a man to sleep next to and last time I checked, you don't."
I rolled my eyes, "you're as bad as Amy."
"Well, least your sister's living a life."
"I'm not twenty-one anymore. I mean, I have responsibilities. I have Amy, I have -."
"Amy can look after herself."
I bit my lip, knowing that she was right but not believing it. Ever since our parents died, I was everything Amy had. I guess along the way I forgot that I had a life to live as well.
I shook my head, only slightly admitting my denial.
"Just promise me one thing, Liv," I turned to look at Maddie, "when you get to Scotland, you let your hair down and have some fun."
I sighed and nodded. Maybe.

Callum
My siblings and I sat around the dinner table, trying to ignore the Malcolm-shaped-hole. But still we laughed and talked as if it didn't bother us that he wasn't laughing along with us.
The two footmen waited on us as our Butler stood by the table where the food was. The fire burned bright in the fire place as did the candles around the room.
I took my glass once wine was in it and raised it, followed by my siblings.
"A toast, to me finally finishin' the paper work," I announced.
"Here, here," Archie cheered making the rest of us smile.
"Dig in," I told them.
I picked up my knife and fork and started to cut the nicely cooked lamb.
"You know what we should do tomorrow, go down to the lake. We haven' done that in years," Allie stated.
I smiled at the thought. We use to do it all the time before our parents died. But then I became the Alpha and then the thing with Malcolm...we never had time.
"Aye, I think I'll be into that," I told her.
"Aye me too," Archie added.
"Do you think Malcolm will come?" Graham asked.
We all grew silent at the mention of him. He never did anything with us anymore. Seeing the guilt wash over my siblings faces, I told them, "We'll ask anyway, you never know."
"Accept that we do."
"Graham," I snapped.
"What, we do. We maze well dig a grave for him next to Ma and Pa because he is as good as –,"
"Graham if you say one more word, I will personally rip your throat out," Archie warned.
I sighed sitting back, "Can't we have just a nice family dinner without havin' any arguments?"
"That's a great plan Brother, but we're missin' a few people."
I froze as my eyes landed on the three empty seats at the table. Graham was right. He scoffed at my silence, throwing his napkin and storming for the door.
"Where are you goin'?" I yelled at him.
"Out," he answered not looking back.
I groaned dropping my head in my hands. Graham had always taken our parents death the worst. He could never accept change. So when Malcolm had shut himself away, he lost it. He started to control Allie's love life and losing control of his own. Allie sighed and walkout after him.
"Ramsey, can you make sure that Graham gets some tea?" I asked, massaging my neck.
"Of course, me Lord," he said taking Graham's plate from the table.
I sighed and looked up to Archie, "What do I do, Arch?"
He shrugged, "You're really askin' me?"
He said that every time I asked for advice.
"Aye, I am."
"Well, right now you can't do anythin'. You have to worry about the pack and this place," he started looking around the room, "Graham will sort himself out like he usually does and Malcolm..." he sighed, "There's nothin' anyone can do for him."
I nodded, knowing that he was right. It was just so hard to manage sometimes. The pack, the estate, my family. All I needed was something to take my mind off it. Or someone.