Page 165 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Not impossible. Especially if I have the love of a good omega,” Cav murmured.

“You have it,” Wynter whispered. “Always.”

Cav stole a kiss, his body stirring slightly. His knot lessened, a groan coming from both of them. Wynter rose on shaky arms and carefully pulled off before Cav rolled them both to their sides.

A telephone rang from somewhere in the bedroom.

Wynter whined. “Who the hell is calling this late?”

“It’s only ten,” Cav said. “Nowwho’sthe old man?”

Wynter scoffed, grinning. He began to roll toward the phone, but Cav stopped him.

“I’ll get it,” he murmured, crawling over Wynter to get to the other side. After a little digging, he found the phone hidden under some of their clothes. Wilder’s name was emblazoned on the front. He thrust the phone Wynter’s way. “Wilder.”

Wynter frowned, snatching it. He hit the screen and lifted it to his ear. “What’s wrong? Is everyone okay? IsEmoryokay?”

Cav heard a muffled sound but couldn’t hear what Wilder said. He crawled back in the bed and lay on his side, elevated on one elbow as he watched his omega’s body language for clues.

Wynter visibly relaxed, but then grew stiff again.

Cav frowned, worry swirling within.

“Okay. I’ll meet you in the kitchen at eight. Goodnight.” Wynter lowered the phone before tossing it to the nightstand.

“What’s going on?” Cav asked.

“Warden’s attorney called the house this afternoon. He wants to meet with us at nine-thirty tomorrow morning for the reading of the will.”

Cav rolled his eyes a bit. He didn’t want Wynter taking one cent of that blood money from a monster of a man who could’ve cared less. “Don’t go.”

“I’m named, so it seems I have to.”

“Youdon’t,”Cav murmured. “You can assign Wilder to be your representative.” He cringed. He didn’t want Wilder there, either, if truth be told, but he had no right to demand either of them not go.

“Iwantto go. It means this process is almost over.” He wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed his biceps as if he were chilled. “Plus, it’ll give me a chance to see Vaughn. I’ve texted him several times today to check in, and he’s not responded. While you were packing, I called—and got voicemail. I fear he might not be okay.” Wynter sighed. “Of course he’s not okay, but…reallynot okay.”

“Does he have a past of self-harm?”

“No. Unless you count partying too hard self-harm.”

Cav lifted a brow. “Depends on how hard.”

“I know he’ll come to the reading, and I can see how bad things might be.”

Cav sighed. He didn’t like it, but he understood. “Okay. If you must. But I want you to know, you don’t need to take his money. I’ll take care of you.”

An odd expression crossed Wynter’s face.

“What?”Cav asked. “Do you not think me capable of keeping you in the lap of luxury? I might not have Jaymes money, but I’ve saved more than I’ve spent.”

“It’s not that at all. I don’t need luxury. I just need you.”

Cav saw the earnestness in Wynter’s eyes. “Then what is it? What did I say that gave you that look?”

“I went from my parents to Warden… both controlling everything. I had no choice. No say. And no agency.” He paused, searching Cav’s face. “Now you say you’ll take care of me.”

A tiny spark of indignation hit him in the gut. “You think I’d treat you the waytheydid?”

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