Page 95 of Vegas Baby!

Hot tears poured down my cheeks. “Why are you doing this? Four and a half years wasn’t long enough to fuck with me?”

“You’ve been mine since we met. We both know that. If you’re going to be stubborn and not come back where you belong, you can at least give me what I deserve.”

“You don’t deserve anything.”

I could practically hear his shrug.

“Why does your wife think she’s going through an adoption agency? Why not just tell her who I am?”

“Because that lie is easiest for everyone. If you want to shatter her, be my guest. She’s already embarrassed enough being an omega with fertility issues, but go ahead and rub it in her face. Ruin her life if you think it’s so simple to do.”

I ended the call before I started screaming at him and buried my face in one of the towels to let out a shriek of pain and fury. I wasn’t the one who had ruined Charlotte’s life, but it sure as hell looked like I was going to have to be the one to tell her if Andrew was going to be a manipulative coward.

What I hated the most was that I was afraid to ask the questions he prompted. Even though I was ninety-nine percent certain of the answer, fear that I would be wrong closed up my throat.

A knock on the door had me scooping up a bathwater to scrub my face, hoping it would disguise my crying.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay, sweetness? There’s a lot of turmoil coming through the bond.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but then Luke called through the door, “Nathan’s here.”

What on earth?

Why was my brother here?

“Can you entertain him until I’m done? You guys can catch up.”

“Uh, yeah, he doesn’t seem too happy to see me right now. He said he wants to talk to you.”

I sighed. “Help me out,” I called back.

I toweled off quickly and pulled on undergarments and a simple shift dress before letting them lead me downstairs.

Nathan was standing in our foyer, his face pinched. “Grab your purse,” he said when he saw me on the stairs. “Let’s go for a drive.”

I had no idea what was going on, but I did as he said, glancing at my equally confused alphas, slipping on some sandals, and following Nathan out to his rental car. “What are you doing here?”

He only answered once we were both buckled in and he was backing out of the driveway. “Making sure you’re safe where none of them can overhear you.”

“Wait, what?”

“What happened with Andrew?”

I swallowed hard. “He’s married with kids.”

“Christ. Didn’t think to che—fuck, sorry, brain went a shitty direction. Did you know?”

“You really think I would’ve been with him if I had known?”

Nathan shrugged. “Depends on if you were packing up or not.”

“He only mentioned that option once I found out.”

I could smell the disappointment in Nathan’s scent, the woodsy blueberry turning dark and smoky. “Mom has been blowing up my phone over all of this.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized automatically.

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