Page 42 of Nursing the Alpha
I shook my head, my stomach twisting violently. “No. No, that’s not—you can’t. This isn’t?—”
I stared past him at the familiar sleek doorway, thepolished floors. Inhaled the scent of cedar and warm spice I’d always thought belonged to the house.
But it didn’t.
It was him.
All of it.
“You…” My voice cracked. “You’re the one who hired me?”
“Yes.”
One word. One syllable. But something in me shattered so loud and sudden my bones hurt.
I staggered back a step. My chest felt too tight, my breath ragged.
My gaze darted over his shoulder like I expected someone else to appear. “You—you have a family? A child? This was for them?”
His jaw flexed. “No.”
“Then who? Why? I don’t understand.”
“It was for me, Flynn.” His voice stayed low, heavy now with something I didn’t want to name. “I wanted you. Your milk. All of it. Just for me.”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
I staggered back again, bile rising sharp and bitter in my throat.
“Oh my god.” My hands trembled as I clutched the envelope tighter. “You lied to me. You used me. You made me think I was helping a family, a baby, and it was?—”
“Flynn—” He stepped forward, his hand twitching as if to reach for me, but he stopped himself. His face was drawn tight, almost pained. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Don’t touch me.” My voice cracked, sharp and trembling. “You—god, I can’t believe I let you?—”
“Flynn, please. I didn’t mean?—”
“I thought I was doing something good for a family!” My voice rose, bouncing off the pristine walls like a scream.
I went still.
The memory clawed its way forward?—
That prickle of eyes on me in the pumping room.
That faint, almost imperceptible brush of fingers I’d told myself was my imagination.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I looked at him, my chest heaving.
“Did you watch me?” I asked, my voice small but shaking. “When I was expressing?”
Seth’s mouth tightened.
“Tell me the truth!” I shouted.
“Yes.” The word came out rough and full of something like regret. “I watched you all the damn time.”
