Page 49 of His Forsaken Alpha

How dare the alpha be so bold?

He doesn’t know me! Doesn’t know what I’ve lived through.

Yet, there had been a little truth that had come from the man’s lips. Wynter was loath to admit it, but the things that had hurt the worst had been because they’d nearly been on target. He drained the rest of his glass of wine before lifting his hand to request another. Just as the waiter nodded, the outer door opened, and Cavanaugh stepped into the car.

Great.Wynter lowered his glass and turned his stare back to the wilds rushing outside the train—though that didn’t last long. His gaze was pulled back again by what had to be the most handsome man he’d ever laid eyes on.

A slow smile spread on the alpha’s face as he neared, pissing Wynter off all the more.

Forcing his focus outside one last time, he refused to entertain that heathen another second. He sensed Cavanaugh pass histable and walk up to the bar. Straining to hear, he could only pick up the low rumble of the man’s voice. Just the barest sound of it rippled through him in a way he despised.

Because it felt too good.

I’m mated. I cannot have him, nor he me.

His body wasn’t interested in his mind’s plan. A bit of slick eased from between his cheeks and his face turned blood red. Realizing his need to escape, he moved to rise from the seat… just as the waiter placed his fresh glass of wine before him.

Wilder Cavanaugh sat down across from him a second later, that cocky grin still firmly in place. He spun the amber liquid inside his tumbler held between two thick fingers. Fingers Wynter already imagined sliding through the slick building between his cheeks and slipping inside him. A flush washed over his face as he suddenly envisioned Cavanaugh learning every inch of his body.

“Hi there.”

Wynter rolled his eyes. “I left the cabin to get away from you.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Cavanaugh murmured before taking a drink. When he was done, he let out a pleased sigh that did things to Wynter it shouldn’t have. “But I missed you.”

Wynter felt another droplet of slick ease from him… and he clearly noticed Cavanaugh’s nostrils flaring.

Did he just scent me? Oh gods…

From the sudden change in Cavanaugh’s demeanor, he was almost positive the alpha could smell his need. Wynter’s shaft thickened, and he knew then that he needed to get as far away ashe could from the alpha. He was two days away from a heat, so the reaction was unsettling. Maybe he shouldn’t have waited so long to leave for the spa. It was clearly too close for comfort.

I’m a mated omega. He wouldn’t…

Would he?

Excitement filled Wynter at the prospect of having the brute fuck him. There was a wild, feral side to the man that his mate didn’t have.Wild… his first name is rather fitting, isn’t it? I wonder if it’s a nickname.Maybe he could slide onto the man’s lap and ask him nicely.Fuck me and show me how itshouldfeel to be loved.

Wynter gazed at the ring on his finger caressing the side of his wine glass. Lifting it, he drained half.

I need to go.

“Thirsty?”

“As soon as I finish this, I can return to the cabin in peace… sinceyou’rehere.”

Cavanaugh trailed a finger over the rim of his tumbler and all Wynter could see was that finger trailing over his naked body—leaving a heated path in its wake. “Do youreallywant to leave?”

No.“Yes.”

Cavanaugh’s lids drooped. Longing filled his stare. Wynter wasn’t immune to that look, and it fed the same longing growing within. “Then go. No one’s stopping you.”

Wynter willed himself to get up… yet he couldn’t move. He met Cavanaugh’s languid stare and shouldn’t have. The desire he saw there was too much to suffer. “I’m mated.”

“I’m aware.”

Wynter frowned. Was he reading more into the situation than was there? Misreading the cues? It’s not as if he had any experience flirting with an alpha. He’d never had the chance to learn.

“Tell me about him,” Cavanaugh murmured. “Your alpha.”

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