Page 176 of His Forsaken Alpha

Cav sensed there was still something left unsaid, but he’d pushed and prodded enough. He kissed Wynter’s forehead and cuddled close, his mind churning. “How about I take you away for a few days? Our first official trip together.”

“I’d love it… but with all the chaos of the last few days, I’m honestly ready to simply relax.”

“I promise this trip will be quick… and the end result will be nothing but relaxation. We can stay there, alone, for as long as you want.”

“Alone?” Wynter asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Completely and utterly,” Cav smirked. “A couple hour helicopter ride and we’re there. All you have to do is pack a small overnight bag… though, I plan on keeping you naked and in bed most of the time, so maybe just a toothbrush.”

Wynter smiled. “Sounds like heaven.”

“If you wish to go, you say the word… but if you’d rather stick close to the boys, I understand that, too.”

Wynter sat up and turned to face Cav. “Let’s do it. Otherwise, I’ll likely end up nagging Vaughn and wearing out my welcome with Avery and Wilder. They could all use a break from me, I’m sure.” Wynter paused a moment, eyes widening. “What about Harris, though? He came here to spend time with family. I can’t go off and abandon him or leave him with Wilder to deal with.”

“Why don’t we ask him what he has on the agenda for the next few days? I have a feeling he’s here to find where he goes next as much as he wanted to spend time with you.”

Wynter rose. “I’ll go see if he’s in the main house. I can check in on Avery and Emory while I’m there.”

“You just want an excuse to see your grandson.”

“I don’tneedan excuse to go see my grandson,” Wynter said. He paused, a soft smile coming over his lips and a glitter to his eyes. He snickered before turning and striding out.

Cav followed—after grabbing his plate from breakfast to return to the kitchen. Once he’d rinsed it and slid it into the washing machine, he ambled out into the living room and found Emory already cradled in Wynter’s arms, who was curled up at Avery’s side looking at what appeared to be a photo album.

“Hey, Cav,” Avery said. He patted the couch beside him. “The mating ceremony photos were just delivered. Want a peek?”

“Of course I do,” Cav said. He took the spot on the other side of Avery and eyed the glossy images. Cav eyed each one, scanning every inch, smiling to himself, yet saddened, too. It was yetanother major event in his son’s life that he’d missed, and only by a matter of days. Hopefully, he’d be there for the rest.

As the pages turned, he soon realized Wynter wasn’t in any of the shots—nor was Warden. A part of him was curious about the man who’d taken his omega and wanted to get a good look. He’d found old newspaper clippings when he’d been digging for the truth and he’d seen the images on television when it was announced the man had passed, but nothing current.

“Of course, this little guy cut the proceedings short, but I’m not too upset. Even if I was, there’s no being mad at this sweet little face,” Avery added. “The photographer is really good and got some great shots. I thought you might like to see them.”

“I know you weren’t a fan of a backyard ceremony and reception, but it was still very elegant and intimate,” Avery said to Wynter.

“Who said I wasn’t a fan of it?” Wynter asked.

Avery lifted his gaze. “I thought I heard you’d complained about it.”

Wynter shook his head. “I didn’t.” He leaned in closer. “Your backyard is stunning. Thosehugerose bushes with the bricked paths? You couldn’t ask for a better location. Going simple on the decorations except for candles and those large vases of the same roses? It’s quite stunning, actually.” Wynter sat back. “I only wish I hadn’t missed it.”

“You didn’t go?” Cav asked, looking past Avery to his mate.

“That was the night Warden had his heart attack,” Wynter murmured. “We were dressed and on our way to the door when he collapsed on the stairs.” An odd look crossed Wynter’s face.He turned to Avery. “Did Wilder bring the bag of Warden’s personal effects home with him from the hospital?”

Avery lifted his gaze. “I believe he did. I think it’s in his study. Do you need to get it?”

“If you don’t mind?”

Avery rose and crossed the room, leaving them alone.

“What do you need from his belongings?”

“Nothing I need,” Wynter said, smiling down at Emory. He lifted his gaze to Cav. “It’s something for Wilder and Avery.”

Avery strode back in, the clear plastic hospital bag clutched in one hand.

“If you don’t mind checking the inside pockets of his jacket?” Wynter asked Avery.

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