Page 107 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Let’s get some food into you. Get you a shower and some sleep. In the morning, we’ll help you find him,” Marlo said.

“There’s no point to this,” Gregory said under his breath to Marlo.

“He needs closure.” Marlo turned to gaze at Cav. “When he’ssobered…and thinking straight.”

“What if we don’t find him?” Cav asked.

“We’ll find him,”Gregory said. “We’ll help you… but only if you sober up and get some sleep.”

Cav growled. “How the fuck do you expect me to sleep knowing he’s out there somewhere?”

“You’re in no condition right now,” Marlo snapped, shoving Cav toward a waiting car. “Food. Shower. Bed. In that order—or you get no help. Is that what you want?”

Cav glared at Marlo.

Marlo glared right back.

“Fine,” Cav mumbled.

Marlo and Gregory shoved him in the back of the waiting car. He closed his eyes and slid down in the seat. When his eyes flicked open a few minutes later, he noticed Marlo staring with a frown.

“What?”

Marlo turned away, shaking his head. “Nothing.”

Cav inhaled, his chest too tight to get in much air. The world was somehow smaller after what had just happened. His skin felt stretched too tight, his stomach a bundle of frayed nerves. Lunch, what little he’d eaten along with his liquid diet, threatened to make a return.

“Now you know.”

Marlo glanced down, narrowing his eyes.

“You deserve better than a broken alpha who couldn’t even make his omega love him.”

“Stop with the pity party,” Marlo mumbled, looking away again.

“Me? I see it in your eyes when you look at me.”

Marlo scoffed. “Not pity. You just came face-to-face with the ghost of your dead omega—who’s very much alive. I think you deserve a little compassion right now. That’s what you see. Not pity.”

“They’re pretty much the same thing,” Cav muttered. “You forget words are my living.”

“Mine, too,” Marlo said. “But take it as you may. I won’t argue the point.”

Cav slid up in the seat and rested his head on Marlo’s strong shoulder. “I don’t want to argue with you. I want my friend back, though.”

Marlo was silent a moment. “I’m right here.”

“No. You haven’t been. And neither have I. Not since…” Cav lifted his head off Marlo. “I can’t do anything right.”

Marlo shoved Cav’s head back onto his shoulder. “Just go to sleep and stop this morose, drunken diatribe, okay?”

“I know I’ve hurt you,” Cav whispered.

Marlo stiffened. “I knew you weren’t in a place to give me what I wanted. I was the idiot who took what little I could get anyway.”

“I wish I could be that person for you,” Cav murmured.

“Me, too,” Marlo said. He sighed. “Go to sleep. We can talk about this later… when you’re sober.”

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