Page 66 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

I’ll change that narrative, though.

“What do you want to do now, Alpha?”

I want to explain things.

“Did Crystal go back home?”

“Yes. I saw her getting on the plane.”

Good. I need Crystal as far away from me and Winter as possible. I’m not letting her ruin things. I’ll take care of her once I get back home with Winter and my boys.

“Good. I have an important job for you, kid.”

“Anything, Alpha.”

Looking at Winter’s house again, my heart tearing itself apart from the inside out, I turn to Martin, “I can't go to knock on her door because she's still mad at me. I'll give her tonight for her anger to clear before I approach her. That's where you come in, Martin. I want you to watch over her house.”

“Sure. You think she’ll flee again, Alpha?”

She might.

She’s marked, and she thinks I betrayed her again.

“Watch over them. Report to me anything that happens here.”

“I’ll do so, Alpha.”

I open the car and step out into the rain. I look at Winter's house, a lazy smile painted on my face.

“I'll be back, baby.”

Taking Martin's car and driving away from there feels like I'm turning my back on the three most important people in my life, but I do so anyway because Winter needs a few hours of space.

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Having little to no sleep at all because of Winter’s fading scent on my pillows has me waking up the minute my phone rings.

Martin’s name shines on my phone’s screen, and I take the call fast.

“Alpha.”

“What happened? Winter and my kids, are they okay?”

“Yes, Alpha. A woman came by the house. I think it’s the pups’ babysitter. Winter left the house this morning, and I followed her.”

Panic overrides my senses as I stand up, running my hand in my hair.

“Where did she go?”

“She’s at your office, Alpha. I believe she came to work as usual?”

“Got it. I’ll take it from here, Martin.”

She came to work? Driving my way all the way there, that’s the same question I’ve been asking myself.

Is she not mad at me anymore? Is she too adamant on not letting what happened between us affect her job?

Stepping into the elevator that takes me up to my floor and office has my nerves jittery, but nothing can compare to actually wanting to see her.

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