Page 4 of The Omega's Secret Baby
“That’s why I punched him!”
I wished he sounded alittleless proud. “You can’t do it again. You have to promise me that.” He could get thrown out of school for behavior like that, and what would I do with him?
“Only if he doesn’t say it again.”
“A lot of people say a lot of stupid things. But you still can’t punch them. I’m going to be very upset if you do this again.”
He looked at his shoes again.
“Jake,” I prodded. “Will you promise me that you won’t do this again?”
Finally, he nodded.
I released a breath and started the car, moderately sure that the worst part of the day was behind me.
I was wrong.
2
Matthew
The roads were coveredin snow by the time my driver reached Oceanport. I'd forgotten how bad the weather got around here this time of year. I hadn't come back to town often since I graduated school, and even when I was still a kid, I'd lived at boarding schools for the majority of the time.
In short, I didn't feel a major connection to Oceanport. It was a lovely town, presumably, with its quiet roads and its coastal charm, and it was certainly located in a scenic area, with a harbor on one side of the town and a mountain range stretching out into the distance on the other. It was nice to look at, but that was all it was. I felt no real connection to this place.
In fact, I hoped I didn't have to stay long. I'd come because I'd received some troubling news regarding my father's health.
And because I had some troubling news of my own to share.
When my parents' mansion came into view in front of the car, I took a deep breath and counted to ten in my head.
My mother wasn't going to like what I was going to tell her, but I was an alpha, and too old to bow to her will. It had been eight years since I'd moved out on my own, for heaven's sake.
Still, it was going to be an unpleasant conversation.
I almost asked the driver to make a detour around town.
But it was time to face the music, so I got out of the car when it stopped and approached my family's house, which had never much felt like a home.
Three stories high, this mansion had been built to symbolize only one thing--my family's wealth. My parents were proud of this house, but to me it had only ever been a place I wanted to escape from.
I hadn't known, of course, that the outside world wasn't going to be any better.
“Sir, would you like me to carry your luggage inside?” the driver asked.
I nodded. “That would be very kind of you.”
Approaching the front door, I didn't have to knock to see it opened. I wasn't surprised. No one could drive up here without being noticed.
A maid stood in the door, giving me a tight smile. I hadn't seen her before, but that wasn't surprising either. My mother went through staff like other people went through their underwear. “The Misses is expecting you in the sitting room. Shall I take your coat?”
I took my coat off and handed it to her. “Thank you,” I said, and then I went to face my mother.
My father wasn't with her when I entered the sitting room. That was unusual. Maybe it was true what my sister said and he really wasn't feeling well lately.
But I had no time to think about that any further when my mother came to greet me.
“Matthew, so good to have you back in town!” Her smile looked almost genuine, but not quite. So she already suspected that I hadn’t come here just because.
