Page 121 of His Forsaken Alpha

“After the things I said to him?”

“My omega is a force to be reckoned with. Not only is he brilliant, but his heart is vast. Just like his uncle’s.”

Wynter winced. “I owe them both explanations and apologies. I’ll work on those when I wake up, too.”

“See that you do,” Wilder said. “I won’t have my omega disrespected in his own home—as he heals from giving you another grandson.”

Wynter smiled and teared up. “And I get to meet him? Your son?”

“That’s up to Avery. Considering your one and only meeting didn’t go well, I won’t force him to share our son with you.”

Wynter nodded. “I was rude to him, I know… but I truly was worried for you. He’d just gotten out ofprison,darling.”

“And you knew he didn’t belong there.”

“He’d lied about who he was. I didn’t know if he was capable of do?—”

“Stop,”Wilder barked, lifting a palm. “You don’t get to condemn him whenyou’vebeen lying about who my father was my entire life.”

Wynter’s eyes widened. “You’re right.”

Wilder’s eyes narrowed.

“He may have had his reasons, and it was wrong for me to judge him without talking to him and learning more. But I was simply worried, Wilder. That’s all. I love you, and I don’t want anyone to hurt you.”

“Not even you?” Wilder asked, his jaw tight.

Wynter cringed, but remained silent.

Wilder grabbed Wynter’s overnight bag. “Let’s get you packed.”

Packing didn’t take long. He’d only pulled out a single change of clothes. After he’d checked out at the front desk, Wilder led him outside as a car pulled up to pick them up. The vibration inside tempted him to rest his head on Wilder’s shoulder and close his eyes.

The next time they opened, he was in unfamiliar settings. He sat up in a very basic bedroom, bare white walls with only a bed and a lone dresser where his bag sat atop—but then the realization of where he was hit. He glanced outside the window and a sawa gorgeous pool glittering under the dying sunlight. The main house was in the distance, a rose garden behind it.

After a peek through the bedroom’s doors, he found a small bathroom and a small, separate living space. There wasn’t much furniture and no decoration, but it was functional enough for his needs. With his emotional state, the plain, stark white walls and uncluttered environment was almost soothing. He unpacked his toiletries and made use of the shower before changing into a comfortable tunic and soft pants. Warm evening air met him outside the door. It was twilight, the magical hour filled with lightning bugs and chirping crickets. He stopped for a moment, standing in the waning light and wishing for a little magic of his own. Once he felt ready, he walked toward the house to face his son.

Buoyed by the glittering night, he made his way across the lawn to the back door and knocked. Wilder appeared, clutching a tiny bundle in his arms. A smile spread across Wynter’s face as Wilder neared. Before Wynter could speak, he leaned in to get his first peek at his grandson, Emory Jaymes.

“Oh, gods,Wilder—he’s gorgeous.” Magic indeed. Wynter fought back tears, but he’d spilled enough of those. The babe needed to know joy, not sorrow.

Wilder smiled, looking down at his son. “He is.” Wilder lifted his gaze. “Would you like to hold him?”

Wynter drew his arms close to his body to prevent himself from snatching the babe away and sniffing the fresh scent of a little one. “Can I?”

“Yes,”Wilder murmured. “You’re Avery approved.”

“Let me sit down. I’m still a bit shaky,” Wynter said.

“Come on in,” Wilder said, backing up a step.

Wynter entered and followed Wilder through a lovely kitchen and into a den. A lion’s den, filled with faces both neutral and annoyed at his presence, it seemed.

“The gang’s all here,” Wynter murmured, eyeing Avery, Vaughn, Gray,andRohan. All the people in his life that could be considered family. All but Cavanaugh, to his dismay. While he wasn’t sure if he could call the man’s face a happy one, they’d left their talk on somewhat better terms, he thought, and it would’ve been nice to have someone there in his corner, so to speak.

He’d been ready to tell Wilder the truth, but he’d not anticipated a room full. Yet, they all deserved to hear certain parts of his tale, too.

“We can go speak privately first,” Wilder murmured, lowering the babe into Avery’s arms.

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