Page 157 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Well, we definitely shouldn’t wait another forty years before the next reunion,” Arthur said, dragging him in for a bear hug. “I need to see my big brother at least once a year, if not more.Quarterly.I think that’s fair.”

Wynter smiled, leaning back. “I think that can be arranged.”

Arthur clapped Wilder on the back. “And since you’ve got a brand-new baby at home, perhaps the next visit should beuscoming to Alexandria.”

“You’re welcome. Anytime,” Wynter said. “I’ve got a big old empty house with plenty of room.” He sighed. “That is, if it’s still mine after the reading of the will.”

“There’s room at my house,” Wilder said. “It might be tight with everyone, but I think we can manage it.”

Arthur grinned. “Anytime we can get away from this old tomb is a good one. We’ll have to make plans soon. Broderick’s boys will be home from university, too, so you can meet a couple more nephews.”

Elan marched into the foyer and crooked a finger. “I have a bone to pick with you, Wilder Cavanaugh.”

All eyes turned to Wynter’s mate.

Cavanaugh frowned. “What did I do?”

Elan crossed his arms over his chest. “Seems your son just told Harris that you were a bestselling writer.The very onethat put that desire to travel into my son’s head and sent him out on his trek.”

Cavanaugh shrugged, grinning. “Maybe.”

Elan wagged a finger. “If my boy dies at the hands of a Wildling, it’s all your fault.”

“Your son ismassive,”Arthur said. “Bigger than any Wildling. I think he can hold his own.”

“Oh, I know,” Elan said, dropping the pretense and grinning. “I mean, I do worry about him out there on his own, but I sense he’s going to be okay. I wouldn’t have given my blessing otherwise.” He wagged a finger at Cavanaugh again. “Don’t you go putting any new ideas in his head when you meet him, either.”

Cavanaugh chuckled. “I will do my best not to.”

Elan winked and headed toward the guest bathroom.

“Massive, hmm?” Wynter asked. “Elan’s pretty tall for an omega.”

“Elan’s family ishuge,”Arthur said. “He’s the shortest omega of the bunch, and all his alpha brothers are giants.”

“I noticed Broderick’s boys were tall,” Wilder said.

“And they’re young,” Arthur said. “Give them a few more years and they’re going to be just as tall as Everett. He’s rounded out well over seven feet. I feel small whenhe’saround.”

“Overseven feet?” Wynter asked. “My womb hurts for Elan. I can’t imagine how big a baby that was. Wilder’s six-six, and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it throughthatbirth. He was my hardest, for sure.”

Wilder smiled at him.“Sorry?”

Wynter chuckled. He turned to Arthur. “Perhaps we should start our goodbyes now. Something tells me it might take a while before we can get out of here.”

“If you must,” Arthur said, a disappointed glimmer in his eyes.

The look wasn’t lost on Wynter. A part of him wanted to stay and find out everything about their lives while he’d been away—but he needed a breath. He followed his brother out, with his son and alpha following close behind. It was good they started when they did. They just made it to the helipad in time for their flight home. They climbed onboard and buckled up—but before they could take off, Harris appeared outside the doors.

Wynter frowned, but watched Harris jump onboard. He grabbed an unused headset as he knelt on the floor by the last available seat.

“Mind some company on your trip back?” Harris asked.

Wynter smiled. “You want to visit Alexandria?”

“I was hoping I might be able to stay with you for a little while?”

Wynter smiled, yet frowned, too. Harris was his brother, but a virtual stranger, too—plus he wasn’t exactly standing on solidground himself. “If I have a home come next week, you’re welcome to stay there. Otherwise, we might both be looking for a roof over our heads.”

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