Page 96 of His Forsaken Alpha

“If it could cause harm, I’d shove one down your throat this very minute,” his papa snapped.

Wynter stared down at his stomach, hoping he was pregnant. He’d have a little piece of Wilder Cavanaugh all to himself.

A reminder of what could’ve been.

“Stop your sobbing. You’ve made this mess, now you have to clean it up.”

Wynter hadn’t even realized he wept again. He wiped the fresh tears from his face and stared out the window so he didn’t have to look at his papa.

“Warden is aware that you were in the attack. We’ve told him you were found in a nearby abandoned house and taken to the spa. Other than a little bump in the road, he believes everything went according to plan. He’ll be awaiting your return.”

They pulled up to the back door of the Blacksburg Plaza Hotel. A beta awaited him with a cart full of luggage. It appeared to be some of his suitcases. “You found my bags?”

“The train was looted. Your belongings were replaced as best as I could. I doubt Warden will notice any difference. Alphas don’t pay attention to things like that.”

Wynter’s stomach roiled. He turned his head and vomited again on the floor of the limo, most of it dry heaves, given the fact he’d eaten little the previous days.

“You need to toughen up, Wynter. You’re too soft. Always have been.”

Wynter took the handkerchief his papa handed over, a thin piece of linen with the family crest upon it. He wiped the remnants of bile from his lips and handed it back.

“Keep it. I don’t need your filth.” His papa pointed at the door. “The beta will be your chaperone home and ensure you arrive. I’ve secured a room upstairs. Go. Take a long, hot shower. Rinse the alpha’s scent off you as best you can. Clean and braid your hair. Put on one of the outfits from your new luggage, eat, and rest. This evening, there’s a helicopter reserved to take you home.”

“The train would be cheaper,” Wynter said. Not that he cared other than it would also take longer to return. He needed more time to grieve his losses before he had to face Warden again.

“The trains aren’t running and from the sounds of it, they might never again. It’s too dangerous,” his papa said. “This is your only way home.”

Home?Home was wherever Cavanaugh was. Not where Warden loomed.

“Don’t forget to use the spray before you board and the pills next cycle.”

Wynter sat silently, waiting for the second he could leave.

“Now, get out and prepare to go back to Warden and your son.Where you belong.”

Wynter’s hand shook as he reached out to grasp the door handle. “I wish you’d usedmybody in that fire. Dying would be better than this.”

“Kill yourself and our agreement is off. I’ll send your lover to meet you in Hell.”

Wynter cringed, no more tears left to fall. His eyes burned from all he’d already shed. He opened the door and placed one bare foot out onto the sidewalk.

“Just so you’re aware, Iwillhave men watching. If my spies notify me of one step out of line, Cavanaugh dies. For once, you’ll live up to expectation and be the perfect omega, lifting your alpha higher in society as intended. You’ll make me and your father proud. Youwillmake Warden proud. No scandals. No missteps. Youwillbe perfect. You will raise your children to be perfect little angels. You will play the doting omega or the alpha dies. Do you understand me?”

Wynter nodded, staring down at the puddle of bile beside his feet. “Can I go now?”

“I do this for you, your family—ourfamily. Think what you might of me, but I’m doing what’s right for us all. One of these days, you’ll understand and thank me.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Wynter muttered.

“Now, smile for me.”

Wynter lifted his gaze, scowling.

“Smilefor me.”

Wynter offered an anemic smile.

“You’d best use the hours between here and home to work on that. If I hear one mention of moping or tears in my reports, I won’t be pleased.”

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