Page 206 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Whatever,” Vaughn slurred. “You can all go to hell.” He began walking toward a car, digging in his pocket.

“No sir,”Cavanaugh said, rushing over to snatch Vaughn’s keys from his hand.

Vaughn belted Cavanaugh in the face seconds before Wilder and Rohan appeared and dragged him off.

“What the fuck, Vaughn?” Wilder demanded.

Cavanaugh nursed his chin and handed the keys to Wilder. “Your very drunk brother was about to get behind the wheel. He wasn’t pleased I took these.”

“Vaughn?!”Wilder roared, taking the keys from Cavanaugh’s outstretched hand.

“I wasjustgoing to go to sleep,” Vaughn argued. “Ican’tsleep in the farmhouse tonight.”

“Why can’t you?” Wilder asked.

“He just can’t. Maybe you can take Vaughn into town and get him a room for the night?Please?”Wynter asked, eyeing Wilder. “I don’t think he needs to be here.”

Wilder frowned, clearly confused. Wynter didn’t want to embarrass Vaughn by clearing Wilder’s questions. “Rohan and I can go dump him somewhere safe.” He handed the keys to Rohan as they led Vaughn away. “Can you follow behind so he has the rental in the morning?”

“Sure thing,” Rohan said.

Once the pair were fair enough away, Cavanaugh asked a question in hushed tones. “Why don’t you want Vaughn to spend the night here?”

“I just found him kissing Lake,” Wynter whispered.

“Lake?”Cavanaugh asked.

“Vaughn claims Lake’s his mate,” Wynter said on a sigh. “He said he’s been trying to keep his distance for some time, but Lake confronted him tonight. They don’t need to be in the same house tonight, not with Vaughn drunk.”

“Good call. I swear, this family and its drama,” Cavanaugh said dragging him closer.

Wynter smiled up at his mate. “Too late for regrets.”

Cavanaugh grinned. “Good thing I don’t have any.”

“Hey, Cav?”

Both Wynter and Cavanaugh’s heads whipped in Wilder’s direction. Wynter wasn’t completely sure if it had been Cav…or Dad… that Wilder said.

Wynter fought a smile, sensing Cavanaugh’s chest puffing out.

“Yes?” Cavanaugh asked.

“Thanks for stopping Vaughn before he did something stupid,” Wilder said.

Cav shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was,” Wilder said.

“Just my two cents, but I really do think he might’ve only been going to sleep out there,” Wynter said. “Don’t be too rough on him.”

“Why do you think that?” Wilder asked.

Wynter hedged. “I just do.”

“Does it have anything to do with Lake storming past us, cursing your name?” Wilder asked.

Wynter sighed.“Possibly.”

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