Page 93 of His Forsaken Alpha

“Or else what?”

“Either you do as you’re told, and Wilder Cavanaugh moves on with his life… or he’ll be gotten rid of, and you will knowyouwere the cause of his death.”

Wynter’s brain began shutting down, the numbness coming as it always had. He welcomed it, as it was better than facing the alternative.

“You don’t get handed things in this life, Wynter. You take what you’re given and make it work. Youwillreturn to Warden and make it work.” His papa eyed him. “So, which is it? Do I tell my man to pull the trigger now or no?”

Wynter couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. The accusations leveled at him were revolting. The fact they’d come from his own papa made it ten million times worse. He’d never understood why his papa had hated him so much—but he’d finally gotten the answer to that mystery.

It was worse than he’d ever suspected.

“A warning shot,” his papa said into the walkie.

“No!”Wynter finally screamed too late. In the distance, Wynter heard the crack of a rifle. It wasn’t far at all. More tears erupted.“Please, Papa…Don’t hurt him.”

His papa lifted the walkie to his lips, pressing the button until static sounded. “He still lives?”

“I grazed his head. He’s out cold, but still breathing. Awaiting further instruction.”

“You shot him in the head?!”Wynter screamed. All instincts roared for him to rush out into the snow and find his alpha. He leapt to his feet and took a step toward the door, but his papa snagged his arm.

“Standby,”his papa said into the walkie. He lowered it and eyed Wynter. “Do I tell him to take another shot and end it now?”

“No!”Wynter screamed. He dropped to his knees, lifting his hands, pleading for mercy.“Please…don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just… don’t kill him.Please.”Hot tears rolled down his cheeks.“Please, Papa… I’ll do what you want.Please.”

His papa eyed him, a hint of a satisfied smile appearing. “You’ll return to Warden and play the doting omega?”

Wynter sobbed, hard enough for it to make it near impossible to speak.“Yes,”he finally sputtered.

“You’ll promise to never see Wilder Cavanaugh again?”

Wynter wept, wrapping his arms around himself tight. Never see Cavanaugh again? His heart broke. But at least he’d know his alpha was alive and well. Hopefully the shot hadn’t caused real damage—he might never know.“Yes.”

“You promise to never open your whore legs to anyone but Warden Jaymes?”

Wynter lifted his gaze, disgust for the man who birthed him making his throat tighten.“Yes.”

His papa smiled, triumphant.

“As long as you promise to never touch Cavanaugh. Not one more hair…” Wynter’s tears ran warm over his face. “I won’t play your game if you harm him.”

“Where else would you go if I did?”

Wynter sobbed, shattered by the man’s cruelty. “I’d go into the ground with him.”

“Aww,if only you showed such loyalty to your family and killed yourself after lying with Warden. But now, it’s too late. You have a child and an alpha at home who need you.”

“If you wish to torment me—Cavanaugh lives. Untouched. Free to live his life.”

His papa scowled. “Fine. I promise not to touch Wilder Cavanaugh,” his papa murmured. He lifted the walkie. “Leave the alpha as he is and return to the cabin.” He turned to Wynter. “Now get up and wipe your face.”

“I want assurances he’s alive. And not left to freeze to death in the cold.”

His papa glared at him. He sighed dramatically before lifting the walkie. “You’re sure he’s alive.”

“Yes, sir. I’m standing above him, staring at his breathing now.”

“We need to ensure he lives. He can’t die from the cold or blood loss.”

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