Page 32 of My Ruthless Alpha

She was still so young, and I didn’t know how to navigate the situation. I didn’t have any kind of reference for something like that, especially not when Margo assumed her dad was someone else completely—someone not in the picture at all.

Withholding the truth from her left a bitter taste in my mouth, but I didn’t know what else to do.

“Will I get to meet him?” Margo asked quietly, stopping her coloring to glance at me for a moment.

My heart ached at the thought of those questions swirling within her mind, knowing she wanted answers and that at least some part of her likely needed that clarity. It hurt even more to know I couldn’t give that to her just yet.

Still, I managed a small smile. “I think you will…one day.”

She seemed to consider it for a moment, then she nodded to herself and continued coloring.

Not long after, the front door opened, and Miles’ scent filled the space. He kicked his shoes off, then moved further into the room. He paused, taking in the lingering scents. “Were the guys here again?”

“Mhm. You just missed them again.”

“Shit…” he muttered, looking disappointed. “Every time.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, keenly aware of Margo’s presence. “Language.”

Miles, realizing the slip, gave me a sheepish smile. “I mean…oops?”

Chuckling, I shook my head as my brother approached and greeted Margo before she got up from the table and busied herself with some of the other toys in the living room.

Miles sat across from me and watched as the little one ran off, then he glanced at me. “You seem to be getting used to all of this.”

“It’s been easier adjusting than I expected it to be,” I said honestly, smiling faintly while Margo kept herself busy. “And it’s been nice having the two of them around.”

“What, you don’t appreciate my company?” He asked with a playful grin.

I gave him a pointed look. “Sometimes it’s nice to be in the presence of someone who isn’t my eighteen-year-old brother.”

He chuckled and raised his hands in defense of himself. “Listen, I get it. Since Faye’s been here, you’ve been nagging me less about cleaning, so I won’t complain.”

Shaking my head, I couldn’t quite hide my amused smile. “Consider yourself lucky then.”

“You know, even if the whole situation has been a bit of a shock, I can still appreciate what’s going on. I like Faye…I think you should hold on to her,” Miles said, teasing tone shifting to a more sincere one. “Not to be mushy, but I can tell that she makes you happy. It’s good to see.”

Something about his words felt more genuine than usual, and it only helped reaffirm my determination. Even if we were still learning how to be what the other needed while taking care of Margo and understanding our bond, it felt like we were moving in the right direction.

As the weeks went on, I was feeling better about it all. I had more faith that Faye was coming around to the idea, and the way she seemed to be slowly opening up to me was a good sign. Regardless of our headway not necessarily being linear, progress was progress, and if it meant strengthening our bond and becoming close to her again, then I was going to take it.

With a more serious expression, I nodded. “Now that I have her back, I have no intention of letting Faye go. Things will be different this time.”

Even if I still couldn’t say whether our life would pan out like the vision I had inside my head, it was enough to know I had the chance to make things right between us after everything.

Regardless of what it took, I was committed to doing exactly that.

Chapter 15 - Faye

It was dark by the time I got back from Sydney’s new place, and everything was much quieter when I entered the house.

With the guys and Zoe gone, I found Beau and Miles in the living room playing with Margo, who was surprisingly still up and playing. It seemed she hadn’t wound down yet, but I could imagine she was ready to crash any moment.

I didn’t say anything at first. I just hovered by the entryway to the living room and watched while the two of them sat on the floor with her, surrounded by coloring books and dolls. They chatted quietly, and Margo looked completely content with their participation.

All the while, I couldn’t ignore the way Beau smiled every time he looked at Margo, as if she were the center of his universe, and he would do anything to make her happy. The thought warmed my heart more than I expected, and I just couldn’t look away.

While Miles colored with a crayon that looked far too small for his hands, focused on doing so neatly, Margo glanced over at his work and chastised him for using the wrong color, to which he and Beau laughed quietly at her determination before he tried to explain his decision.

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