Page 6 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter crossed the space and slipped into the back of the newly polished car. The driver slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and sped out of the back drive.

“Where am I taking you?”

“My son’s house. Jamie.”

“I don’t know that I have that address,” the man said.

Wynter rattled it off, staring out the windows at the passing scenery.

“Seems you and the alpha aren’t in a good place right now,” the driver murmured.

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Well, I know omegas have needs. If they’re not being met, I wouldn’t mind helping out in that regard.”

Wynter’s gaze flipped to the back of the man’s head, incensed.

“Don’t give me that look. I know how to please an omega.”

Wynter realized the man watched him in the rearview. His gaze flicked there, and he scowled.

“You’re not bad looking—for an older omega. I’d fuck you.” He grinned. “Might’ve already masturbated to the thought of it a couple of times already.”

Wynter bit his lip. He was at the man’s mercy until he returned home—where he would quickly ensure the man was fired. Why hadn’t he learned to drive? Oh, because no one wanted to teach an omega, that’s why. “How about you focus on the road and get me to my destination?”

The driver grinned. “Sure thing,sir.”

A sudden thought hit him. He might never make it to his destination. The man could stop the car and overpower him with ease. In his desire to rebel against one man, he’d opened himself to danger from another. Wynter pulled his coat tighter and prayed he made it to Jamie’s safely.

The second they pulled into Jamie’s neighborhood, he breathed a sigh of relief. As close as they were, he could walk from there if he needed to get away quickly—if he had the nerve to escape a moving vehicle, that was. Thankfully, the car came to a halt in front of Jamie and Rohan’s, and he slipped out before the beta could say a single word. “I won’t be long. Wait here.”

“Sur—”

Wynter slammed the door closed, unwilling to hear another barbaric comment from their soon-to-be ex-employee. He sped up the front stairs and knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before Rohan opened it.

A look of surprise crossed the alpha’s face. “What areyoudoing here?”

“My son still lives here, does he not?”

Rohan scoffed. “He does.”

“Are you going to let me in?”

Rohan stepped back, silent, and ushered Wynter inside.

Wynter entered, the claim Warden had made not an hour before swirling in his brain. Unable to stop himself, he needed to know if it was true. “I hear that you and your surrogate have been intimate. Under your omega’s roof, no less.”

From the look of shame on Rohan’s face, Wynter immediately realized it was true. Anger roiled in his belly.

Rohan closed the door and slowly spun to face Wynter. “That is between my omega and I.”

“Not when rumors might be spreading. Warden spoke of it earlier, and I was sure it had to be a lie. Now I sense it might not.”

Rohan breathed in. Breathed out. He pegged Wynter with a gaze. “I won’t entertain gossip, even from Jamie’s own papa.”

“Do you know how explosive this could become? You took thissurrogateto bed in your omega’s home? How could you disrespect Jamie like that?”

“You don’t get to show up on our doorstep after months of disregard and ask personal questions about our relationship, especially not when you son lies upstairs, his body failing.”

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