Page 21 of His Forsaken Alpha

Wynter did see the questions in his sons’ eyes, though. Particularly Wilder’s.

Caneveryonesee the truth?

Of course they can…

Heat warmed Wynter’s cheeks. His secret would be a secret no more. That was as clear as the expressions on their faces. He’d anticipated more time. Time to plan how he broke the news to his boys in a way it wouldn’t harm them.

Time to determine if the threat was truly over.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he muttered in the alpha’s direction.Not yet.

His alpha.

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Cavanaugh.

“How could I not?” His alpha’s gaze drifted to Wilder a moment before it turned back to Wynter, the question lingering in his eyes, too.

He knows. He has to know.

“Ineededto see you. See that you were alright,” Cavanaugh murmured.

Of course I’m not alright.

Wynter looked over his shoulder at Vaughn and Wilder, and knew they were not alright, either. They’d just lost their father. It was too soon for more to be dumped in their laps. “Go,” Wynter demanded, heart shattering once more. He lifted his gaze to Cavanaugh, hoping the man understood.“Go now.”

At the sight of pain slicing across Cavanaugh’s face, Wynter stopped breathing.

I still love you. So much that it hurts.

“If that’s what you wish,” Cavanaugh mumbled.

Of course I don’t want you to go. You came too soon. I need time.With his audience, he couldn’t say those things out loud. Once again, he was hurting the man he loved.

Cavanaugh eyed Wilder another few seconds and then backed away, gaze locked on Wynter before he turned to leave.

Awkward silence weighted the air.

“We should go home,” Wynter announced to no one in particular. He wasn’t in the right mindset to handle the questions that would soon come flooding his way after Cavanaugh’s unexpected appearance. He didn’t want to return home, but if he did, it might save him a couple of hours before the vultures descended, picking the uneaten flesh from his bones.

Vaughn swooped in and led Wynter toward the waiting limo, a hand at his lower back. He walked at a brisk pace for his long, alpha legs, making it near impossible for Wynter to keep up with much shorter ones. Earlier, he’d wanted to run to the limo. Too late, he gotten his wish.

“Who was that man, Papa?” Vaughn ground out, a bit breathless as they marched forward.

The love of my life.He cast a longing look over one shoulder, unable to see anyone but Wilder, Rohan, and Gray. He faced forward, narrowly dodging the edge of a tombstone in his path. “No one of any consequence.”

“Ididn’t get that sensation,” Vaughn growled. “I think he mattered. Very much.”

Vaughn’s hand at his back urged him even faster. “My legs can’t keep up to yours, Vaughn. Slow down.”

Vaughn ignored him, urging them on toward the car. Once they arrived, he was manhandled into the back and quickly followed inside by his son, the doors shut and the dark welcoming. Before Cavanaugh’s appearance, he’d longed for the safety of the car but from the grim look on Vaughn’s face, he did not feel secure.

Not one bit.

Although, he hadn’t felt steady or secure in days.

“Wilder was the only one you wanted,” Vaughn muttered. “That makes so much sense now.”

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