Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 41: How Do You Know My Twin Sister?

Chapter 41: How Do You Know My Twin Sister?

Angel really was serious when she said she was going to follow me to where I was going..

She insisted I enter her car while we followed Benny’s, but I refused because Angel is unpredictable, and instead of following Benny, she might just drive straight home..

I don’t trust what that girl says..

So we all entered Benny’s car. Angel left her car parked somewhere around the library... she sat in the backseat while I sat in the front seat, and Benny was the one driving...

"So, Angel, right?" Benny said, looking at the mirror. I also looked, and the mean stare Angel gave was intimidating..

Benny’s eyes flicked upward toward the rearview glass, her hands gripping the steering wheel as the sharp, icy glare from the back seat met hers.

This is becoming weird.

Angel was on her phone, scrolling through whatever she was before Benny called her name..

"When April introduced me, she mentioned my name, right?" Angel said..

Her deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the back, cold and sharp enough to make the temperature inside the quiet car instantly drop.

"Yes, I just wanted to ask how you know my twin sister, Anita.." Benny said.

Benny kept her tone calm and polite, switching the gear into drive and smoothly pulling away from the curb into the light traffic.

"Yes, that skipped me too... I also want to know.. I never thought that you would have a twin who looks exactly like you.." I said..

I adjusted my round glasses, twisting slightly in my seat to glance back at Angel’s completely unbothered expression.

"We once shared the same womb... we are so alike that our parents can’t tell the difference.. As kids, we always switched roles... and it’s very hard to tell the difference..."

Benny offered a soft, light laugh, her eyes staying focused on the road ahead as she navigated through the busy city intersections.

"I’m sure there’s a difference... maybe not the face, but one can tell when they look down..." Angel said. Then she leaned on our seats, having a smirk on her face..

"Female Betas do not have what we female Alphas have.... You don’t even have pheromones to begin with....." she mocked.

Her broad frame shifted forward, her heavy arms resting flat over the top of our headrests as her lips curved into an arrogant, vicious sneer.

Always her thing to belittle people...

My teeth bit hard into the inside of my cheek, my hands curling into tight fists in my lap as I glared at her infuriating face.

"By any chance, is this the Beta you dressed like a slut for that night...?"

The words dropped like a heavy anvil into the quiet cabin, making my pulse spike wildly as a wave of burning heat shot straight up to my ears.

"Hahaha... Angel, why don’t you tell us how you know Anita... I believe we should know..." I said, overriding her voice. She can’t just keep that wild mouth closed...

My voice came out higher and louder than intended, my nervous laugh ringing out fake and strained against the heavy tension filling the car.

And I just hope Benny did not hear what she said...

I shot a quick, desperate glance toward the driver’s side, my breath catching in my throat as I prayed Benny wouldn’t push for an explanation.

Angel leaned back into the seat..

She let out a low, amused hum, dropping her broad shoulders back against the leather while her fingers tapped against her phone.

"We met in military school... we were roommates... and she was my supposed friend.."

The harsh, mocking edge bled out of her tone, replaced by a dark, bitter weight that made her eyes go completely flat and cold.

"You guys are friends?" Benny said.

Benny’s eyebrows raised slightly in the rearview mirror, her fingers adjusting her grip on the leather wheel as she absorbed the sudden confession.

"Was. Goodmans are backstabbers..." Angel spat the word out like poison, her jaw setting so hard that the muscle in her cheek twitched under her smooth, sun-kissed skin.

"I know my sister can be a lot, but not what you just called her..." Benny said.

Benny’s voice turned protective and firm, her spine straightening against her seat as she defended her family without missing a single beat.

"Well, the sister that I know is one..."

Angel didn’t even bother looking up from her screen, her dismissive tone closing the topic like a thick, heavy door slamming shut between them.

Angel always hating on people here and there....

I let out a small, quiet exhale through my nose, turning my body back around to face the front windshield while the silence settled heavily.

Such a complicated soul..

My eyes couldn’t help themselves, sliding right back toward the rectangular glass hanging near the top of the windshield to look at her.

I kept staring at her through the mirror, looking at her facial features while she focused on her phone like it was the most important thing to do..

From staring, I became lost, mesmerized by her beauty, from her temple to her pointed nose to her delicate cheeks..

My breathing slowed down, my chest rising and falling in quiet, shallow gasps as I mapped every single inch of her gorgeous, infuriating face.

When she smiled at something on her phone, her dimples elevated her beauty..

That small, rare flash of softness hit my chest like a sudden physical shock, making my heart flutter erratically behind my ribs.

Then her lips, the moist lips..

Angel always has chapstick with her, a cherry flavor..

My eyes locked onto the plush curve of her mouth, my own throat going dry as the distinct, sweet scent of fruit rushed back into my memory.

God, why is my mind still on that night we spent together?

When I kissed her that morning, I tasted the cherry and myself on those lips..

A sharp, unbearable heat flared deep in my lower belly, my thighs squeezing tight together under my skirt as my face flushed bright red.

The more I stared, the more I remembered her devilish tongue flickering inside my cunt..

The vivid phantom sensation swept over my skin, making my core throb with a sudden, relentless ache that made my knees go completely weak.

She wasn’t touching me, but I could still feel her down there...

I was sure I became wet just by looking...

My fingers dug into the fabric of my skirt, my breathing turning ragged and uneven as the sweet, slick warmth began to gather between my legs.

I licked my lips, feeling her mouth on mine..

My tongue ran over my lower lip, searching for that cherry taste, my mind completely consumed by the dark, possessive Alpha sitting right behind me.

Then our eyes met. Angel stared back through the mirror....

My heart completely stopped in my chest, my wide eyes locking directly into her dark crimson gaze reflecting sharply off the glass surface.

Oh God.... I just hope she didn’t see me the way I was looking at her..