Page 57 of Her Bully Alpha

I felt my chest tighten, hating that I had been a huge cause of Sam's pain. How had I treated her so terribly when she was one of the sweetest caring people I knew?

I stiffened as I realized that I didn't just care about Sam. I loved her. I had fallen in love with her.

"Is my sister happy?" Henrik asked, pulling himself up. "I hope you make her happy. I know how much she liked the life she was living and enjoyed her freedom."

I frowned. Was Sam happy? Or was she just accepting the situation she was put into?

"I think she's happy," I explain, hoping I'm not wrong.

We'd been spending a lot of time together, but that didn't mean Sam didn't miss her old life. That didn't mean she felt the same way about me.

I needed to talk to her, to ask her what she wanted. Did she want me? Did she want to keep this relationship together and stay together? Or did she want to separate? Now that she was pregnant, that was an option, especially if we had a son.

"Well, I need to get back. I have a few other meetings. Let me know if you hear any changes from Katie about the virus." Henrik got up and left, leaving me alone.

I tapped my fingers on the table and thought about my options. I knew I needed to talk to Sam. I needed to tell her how I felt and that I wanted this to all be real.

I pulled my phone out and called her up. I felt the words bubbling up, and as she answered, I paused.

"Jay? Is something wrong?"

I didn't want to say these words over the phone. "No," I shook my head. "Just finished the meeting and thought I would call and see what you were up to."

"I was just about to head over and see Katie."

I smiled, happy she had a friend she could visit. "When do you think you will be home? We could have a nice dinner."

"That sounds nice," she said, and I could hear her moving around. "I won't stay long with Katie. I was just thinking of making a quick trip. She's been so busy she forgets to eat, so I was going to drop something off."

"Well, I can order something in, or I can cook," I pulled myself out of my chair and made my way towards the exit.

I heard her moving, and then she went quiet. I pulled my keys free as I walked towards my car. "Which sounds good?"

Still silence.

I froze. "Sam? What's wrong?"

"Jay, your parents are here."

I stiffened. "What? What do you mean my parents are there?"

I then heard the doorbell go off and the sound of knocking on the front door. Shit. What the hell were my folks doing there? They never just dropped by unless they knew I was home. That being, maybe they didn't want me to be home.

"Sam, you don't need to answer the door. You can just ignore them until they leave."

"I can't do that," she snapped back. "That's rude."

Considering I didn't know my folk's intentions, or correction, my father's intentions, I didn't exactly trust them with Sam alone. She was just finding herself, and I didn't need any comments to make her feel like she was anything less than amazing.

"Sammy, you don't need to.." The line ended, though.

"Fuck." I growl and hurry to my car.

Chapter 22 - Sam

"Sammy, you don't need to open—" I hung up and took a deep breath in as I stared at the door across the entryway. His family stood there looking just as perfect as they had when I first met them.

As much as Jay offered me to just ignore them, I couldn't. It would have been one thing if we were just living together as husband and wife, but I was pregnant, which meant his parents were grandparents, and I would have to talk with them.

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