Page 63 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Let me take away the pain and give you nothing but pleasure,” Cavanaugh murmured, moving into position again as the need rose higher once more.

Wynter lived in that moment—being wanted and adored—and hoped it would last forever, all while knowing down deep that it couldn’t.

No matter how much he wanted it.

7

Cav wasn’t sure the hour when he carefully slipped from the bed to relieve himself. Gray light hinted at the edge of the blinds. He feared opening them to peek and see they were near arriving, though it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t planning on allowing Wynter to leave him, no matter what his omega said.

They belonged together. Period.

Cav would fight for them, regardless of Wynter’s fears and doubts. There had to be a way.Hadto. Once he’d finished and washed his hands, he returned to Wynter and slid back around his omega’s sweet body.

Asleep, Wynter curled into his warmth and snuggled close. Cav watched him sleep, his face soft and almost angelic in slumber. He was a stunningly beautiful man—and Cav couldn’t stop staring. He traced the man’s lips and cheek, the tips of his fingers as gentle as a feather. Smiling, he gasped at a sudden sensation of completion he felt within.

Wynter was his other half. A piece of his very soul.

The train lumbered, jerking, before it slowed to a stop.

No.Cavanaugh wouldn’t back down, but he wasn’t ready for the fight to come. Not yet. He couldn’t force his omega to come with him, no matter how tempting the idea sounded. The train shuffled again… and again… as if rocked side to side. Cavanaugh frowned, sliding from the bed and peeking past the shade.

He saw nothing ahead—no station, no engineers—so he turned to look behind.

There, he saw the nearest security tower up in flames. The fencing was torn down, and a gang of alpha Wildlings were rocking a car a few down from them as the train continued to slow.

Fuck… the omega car!

Cav grabbed his pants and shoved one leg through. “Wynter! Wynter, wake up!” As soon as he yanked his pants to his waist, he shook Wynter. “Get up! We need to go!”

Wynter languidly stretched, growling. “I told you I can’t,” he muttered sleepily.

“Wildlings are attacking the train!” Cavanaugh roared, shaking Wynter again.

One eye peeked open.“What?”

“Wildings. They’re attacking the omega car!” Cavanaugh sorted the abandoned pieces of clothing and tossed Wynter’s his way. “Get dressed! Fast! We need to go!”

Wynter remained still, eyes and mouth wide as he came fully awake.

“Do you want to be abducted by Wildlings?!” Cavanaugh asked.

Wynter gasped and jumped into action. He yanked on his pants and shoes before reaching for his luggage.

“There’s not time!” Cavanaugh whispered hotly. “Leave the luggage.”

“My things,” Wynter snapped.

“Can be replaced,” Cavanaugh barked, grabbing his satchel and Wynter’s tote. He handed the latter to his omega. “I’ll peek out into the corridor. Stay back until I tell you to move.”

Fear shone in Wynter’s eyes. His chin trembled.

Cavanaugh leaned in close, gathering Wynter’s chin between thumb and forefinger. He lifted his omega’s gaze to his own. “You are mine.I’ll protect you with my very life. Do you hear me?”

The words felt insane coming from his lips. The instinct… he’d been born to protect his omega—just as he’d always been told. The lie he’d claimed it to be continued to prove true.

Wynter nodded, his jaw tightening.

“We’re going to make it out of here. Together.” He pressed a quick kiss to Wynter’s lips. “Just listen to me. Okay?”

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