Page 40 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

Does everyone know what happened on my date?

“Okay, okay, you have to slow down and explain everything to me clearly, Jules. What…what happened last night? What do you mean by that?”

Her silence that stretches for two minutes has me biting down on my nails nervously, “I’m going to send you pictures, and before you see them and freak out, know that this is not your fault. The plan for your date with Alpha Kieran was going to work. No one would have thought your psychopathic ex would show up and start throwing fists.”

I slump on my living room couch, looking at the pictures that Julie sent me.

Shit.

There’re pictures of Kieran and Deacon fighting, while I stand a few feet from where they are, begging them to stop.

To someone who couldn’t care less about drama, these pictures might be nothing more than pictures.

To someone as nosy as my co-workers, on the other hand, then these pictures have been spread around, and I can already see the rumors written in big, bold letters.

Two rival CEOs engage in a fight to the death for a lowly omega.

A personal assistant going to the extent of seducing two CEOs?

Miss Cavanaugh not only seduced the new boss of Bracken Holdings but the CEO of Vega Industries, too. Talk about a slut who doesn’t know how to quit!

“Winter? Are you still there?”

“Yes.”

Still alive and intact, apparently.

“What do you plan to do about the pictures and the rumors?”

I’m too tired to even think about it.

“Nothing. I’m going to spend time with my boys and pretend all is right in the world.”

And that’s what I do.

Cooking with the boys has always been an exhilarating moment for me, especially when both boys demand attention from me when I’m in the middle of preparing them a meal. Yet, I can count this as one of those immeasurable moments I have with the kids.

I chop down a few slices of carrots, taking two pieces and handing one to Adrian, who’s on my left and giving the other to Asher, who’s on my right.

“Mommy?” Asher starts.

“Yes, baby?”

I know what he’ll say before he says it.

Asher’s always been vocal about not liking his veggies. “I don’t think I like carrots.”

There it is. I almost chuckle at reading his mind too well.

“But our teacher said carrots make us big like superheroes,” Adrian chomps on his piece, giving me a big wide smile.

Their teacher, Miss Lincoln, is one of the kindest women I’ve ever met, and given the fact that she spends more time with my boys than Isabel, I’d give that woman a medal for handling them.

“That’s right, baby. That’s why it’s important for both of you to eat plenty of carrots and veggies. Especially broccoli.”

The face that Adrian pulls up tells me he might like carrots, but broccoli is where he draws the line.

“Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be a superhero,” Asher jumps up and down, the gap between his teeth glinting like a mirror under the mercy of the sun.

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