Page 152 of His Forsaken Alpha

Cavanaugh eyed it a second but shook his head. “I don’t really drink anymore.”

Georgie clenched his teeth.“Sorry.Should we get rid of it?”

“Enjoy all you want,” Cavanaugh said. The temptation was there, especially after that weak moment he’d had after learning he had a son, but he glanced at Wynter. He needed to be strong for his omega and couldn’t fall back on bad habits.

Georgie offered the flask to Wynter.

Wynter glanced at Cavanaugh before turning back to Georgie.“No thanks.”

“You can,” Cavanaugh whispered. “I’m good.”

“I plan on kissing you later,” Wynter whispered back. “I won’t make you taste that. It would be cruel.”

Cavanaugh smiled to himself before turning to eye Wynter. His mate gazed up at him with an adoring look that made it harder to breathe.

Harris growled. “They might not, butIdo.” He lifted his lemonade. “Gimme some of that.”

Georgie added a splash to Harris’ lemonade.

“You’re myfavoritebrother-in-law,” Harris said to Georgie.

“Hey!” Anders’ mate, Lee, yelped. “Who helped convince your brother to give you that loan to start your company? I know it wasn’t Georgie.”

“Jealous,”Georgie said to Lee.

Lee wandered over and snatched the flask, taking a sip. “Damned right.” He grinned and handed the flask back. “I’meveryone’sfavorite brother-in-law.”

Cavanaugh sat back and grinned. Wynter’s family turned out to be better than expected, though, the day was still young. Hopefully things would continue positively. He checked his watch. Somehow, three hours had already passed. Their return flight was scheduled for five, getting them home close to eight.

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m famished,” Anders said. “When’s lunch?”

“I’ll go check,” Georgie said. “We probably should eat something to soak up this whiskey.”

Wynter sat backand listened to his family around the large table, realizing his brothers hadn’t changed all that much. They were still very much the boys they’d once been, just with some years and experience added on. They were happier, that was clear, and it warmed his heart to see them all doing so well. Wilder and Cavanaugh were drawn into their conversations over lunch, and the reunion was a happier one than Wynter had ever expected.

He fought tears searching the faces around the table.

He’d gotten his family back.

After lunch, they all headed out to the pool where the younger Jaymes were swimming or seated around tables eating their lunches, too.

“You can’t get back in the pool for an hour,” Arthur fussed at his youngest who’d been making a beeline for the water.

“Daddy… I’ll be fine,” the boy cried.

“An hour,”Arthur repeated.

“Can I sit on the edge and dangle my feet in?”

Arthur sighed. “Yes, but if I catch your behind in that pool, you’re dead meat.”

His son giggled and ran back to the pool.

“Walk!”Arthur yelled.

“I think your omega has rubbed off on you,” Wynter murmured to Arthur. “I could swear I just heard a little country twang in your voice.”

Arthur chuckled. “I have spent a good amount of time with his family over the years, so who knows?” He eyed Wynter, shading his eyes from the sun.

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