A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)

As my son greeted Nick, his face immediately transformed into a shock that mirrored my one. Except his eyes were colored with joyful triumph.

Two men approached the porch from behind him.

I grabbed Alex's hand, forcing it back down. "What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"I saw him yesterday. He's your fwend," Alex argued.

"He's not my friend unless I tell you so. Have I told you he's my friend?" I scolded.

He shook his head hesitantly. As the men reached the porch, my father rushed to quickly stand protectively in front of me and my son. One of the men was Richard Wolfe, Nick's number three. The one that had no clue about our love affair.

I tried and failed to hide my surprise at how much he has changed. He was much larger than he used to be. Bright tattoos peeked out of his collar and his mohawk is neatly cut. A true warrior of the Forest Moon.

He gave me a half smile when our eyes met. "Nice to see you again, Sara. Mr. James," he greeted my father with a slight bow before adding, "Please, step aside. I'm here for the youngling."

My heart thumped violently in my chest. This couldn't be happening. I turned around and grabbed Alex, holding him to my chest.

"What's with all the damn luggage?" Nick spoke. "I have to say, Sara, I'm disappointed."

"What do you want, young alpha?" My father asked in a shaky voice. "She did what you wanted four years ago-"

"She did not, Mr. James!" He snapped. "That's why we're here now."

I started to reach inside my purse for my cellphone to call the police. But the other gamma took two quick strides, shoving my dad aside, he snatched it away.

"Get away from us!" I snapped, quickly grabbing Alex again. His arms tightened around me this time, and I knew he was growing scared.

Nick stomped forward and lowered himself so that he was at eye level with his son.

"Hey... little wolf," he said gently.

Only my father called him that. It got a reaction from the child. His hold slackened around me as he stared into Nick's eyes.

I held my breath. What would I do if

he did recognize his father? I refuse to believe it's possible. He's three and half years old for Goddess sake? Too young to pick up such feelings.

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Nick's expression grew soft as he regarded the child before him. I wondered if he would be petty and blurt out that he's his father here and now?

"Your mommy and I just need to have a little chat, that's all, okay?" he said calmly.

Alex nodded and started to release me, but I grabbed and held on tighter. "We have nothing to talk about," I said through gritted teeth.

Nick glowered at me. I started to

wonder if we could still talk through the mind-link. We were no longer connected by the mate bond, and for some reason, I dread finding out if our minds could still hear each

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other. I would hate that hollow

feeling of learning the too

far apart-

'We do have some catching up to do, Sara,' his voice drifted into my mind, cutting off my thoughts and putting my doubts to rest.

'We can be civil for the child's sake or this scene can get worse. Which will it be?'

That deep, husky voice in my head sent butterflies to my stomach. For a few, brief moments, I was back in his bed. It was four years ago again.

I swallowed and shook myself from the idiotic thrill coursing through me. What does it matter that I can hear his mind? What good can that do me?

"We have plenty to talk about, Sara," he said aloud. "Otherwise, Alex comes with me to see my house." He grinned at the boy.

The words were laced with

unspoken threats. He seemed ready

to make good of them. I looked at my father, and my heart twisted at the fear in his eyes. Richard and his fellow warrior stood ready for orders. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

When I exhaled, Nick seemed to relax.

"We'll talk in the car while Tony helps return your luggage inside. Your father can make coffee for his guest while we're at it," he said.

Everyone understood the command. Within minutes, my father was guiding little Alex back into the house as Rich and the one called Tony followed behind with our bags.

Nick gestured towards his car, and I followed him. He held the door open as I settled inside. Then he shut it gently and soon, we were sitting beside each other.