Page 109 of His Forsaken Alpha

“No. Youdon’tget a say. We leave or else you end up in prison,” Gregory said. “We’re getting food in your gut and then we’re all headed up to pack.”

“Fine,” Cav said. He reached for a menu already waiting for him on the table.

“That’s it?” Marlo asked, narrowing his eyes.“No argument?”

“Sounds like I don’t have much of a choice in the matter,” Cav mumbled, not looking up from the menu.

A server swung by a minute later and took their order. Once it was in, Gregory and Marlo continued to discuss their plans for the next couple of provinces. Cav tuned them out, his mind spinning. He rose from the booth, a fledgling plan in mind.

“Whereare you going?” Gregory asked.

“I gotta hit the head,” Cavanaugh murmured.

Marlo slid out with him.

“I don’t need you there to hold my dick,” Cavanaugh spat.

“Can we trust you not to leave the hotel?” Marlo asked.

“While I want answers, I don’t want to end up in a prison, either,” Cav said. He brushed both hands over his face. “I’m going to the bathroom. Come. Don’t come. I don’t care.” He spun and walked out into the hotel’s lobby, headed toward therestrooms—but veered toward the concierge’s desk instead once he noticed no one had followed him out.

The concierge lifted his gaze and offered a broad smile.

“Mr. Cavanaugh! How can I assist you today?”

“Are you familiar with an omega named Wynter Jaymes who lives here in the province?”

“Of course. Well, I don’t know him personally,” the concierge said. “But everyone in Alexandria knows of the Jaymes Family.”

Cav cringed inwardly but attempted to hide his ire with a smile. “I was hoping you might be able to get me an address?”

The concierge frowned. “I don’t know that I can do that.”

“Mr. Jaymes was at my signing yesterday and he expressed what a huge fan his alpha was. Sadly, his alpha had prior obligations and couldn’t come to my signing himself. We chatted for a moment—and then, what do you know, Mr. Jaymes walked away from my table and left the signed copy of my book he’djustpurchased for his alpha. I was hoping I might swing by and return it on my way out of town.”

“I could deliver that for you myself, sir. No reason to make you go all the way out to the Family Quarter for that.”

Family Quarter. Cav tucked that bit of information away. “You could,” Cav murmured. “But I’m sure he was disappointed when he realized he’d lost the book—and he might be in the doghouse right now. If I stop in, I might be able to meet the husband and earn Wynter a few brownie points in the process and get him back in the man’s good graces.”

“Mate,”the concierge corrected, an odd smile on his lips. “Not husband. They’re an alpha-omega pair, not betas.”

“Of course,” Cav spat, forcing a grin.“Whatwas I thinking?” He chuckled. “I’ve been all over the continent these last few months. All this travel has my head spinning.”

The concierge eyed him a moment, as if weighing something, an expression wavering between a smile and concern.

“If you have any recommendations for sites to visit in that neck of the woods, I’ll take those, too. The whirlwind of this book tour has made me forget I’m an explorer at heart. I can use the excuse of returning that book to sneak away from my editor and agent for a few hours and see this gorgeous province for myself.”

“I’d be happy to make some suggestions for places to visit,” the concierge murmured, smiling. “And I’m sure we might have an address on file for Mr. Jaymes. They have out-of-province business associates stay here on occasion,” the beta said. “Just give me a moment to check our records.”

“I sure appreciate it,” Cav said, smiling his best smile.

As soon as the beta disappeared behind the desk, Cav dropped the façade and searched the lobby to ensure Marlo and Gregory hadn’t come looking for him. Rapping his knuckles on the desk, he prayed the concierge found what he needed before they noticed he’d been gone too long. Seconds passed, and his gut began to clench…

“Here it is, Mr. Cavanaugh.”

Cav smiled, taking the slip of paper the concierge waved before him. “Wonderful.Thank you.”

“Now, we don’t normally hand out personal addresses of our guests like this, but I sense this one time will be okay.”

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