Page 61 of Alpha Daddy

What if he puts two and two together?

My stomach turns with nausea, and I stop in my tracks, closing my eyes and fighting the sickening feeling threatening to bring me to my knees in front of the porcelain throne a few feet away.

Fuck.I messed up.I messed up so bad.

It feels like my entire life is dangling by a thread, swaying dangerously close to something sharp threatening to sever it, and there’s nothing I can do to keep it from breaking and spiraling into chaos.

Into disappointment.

Into heartbreak.

I struggle to focus on the positive possibilities, even though the chances are slim, and I take another deep, calming breath.

Is it really that bad, or am I blowing things way out of proportion?

It’s true, I’ve put so much effort into keeping my identity a secret, but would Alessandro really be that upset if he learned the truth?

From everything I’ve seen of him so far, I think he could be understanding to some extent. I’m sure he wouldn’t like being lied to, but maybe he could empathize the same way he has up until now.

I’ve already entertained the idea of staying with him for a while, potentially forever if things go well. If that’s the case, he’s going to find out. I can’t suppress my designation for the rest of my life, and waiting to tell him will only make things worse.

Maybe it’s best if I just come clean.

Really, what’s the worst that could happen? He could leave me? That’s already a possibility once we get back to Brookesville.

Maybe, when we get back, I can come up with a way to break the news to him.

Maybe I should just come clean when I get back in the car, in case I perfume again…

My phone pings in my purse, and I drag it out, surprised to find a message from Alessandro, even though his number isn’t saved in my phone yet. I quickly add him to my contacts with a cocky smirk on my face.

Daddy:Grabbed drinks and Ibuprofen. Waiting in the car.

He’ll probably get a kick out of that when he sees it, seeing how he enjoys being called daddy so much.

I tuck my phone back in my bag and stare at my reflection in the mirror for a final nod of encouragement. He’ll probably think I fell in and got stuck if I don’t hurry up.

“You have to tell him,” I whisper into the glass.

It’s for the best, and if we’re going to keep seeing one another and doing… whatever it is that we’re doing, I have to be honest.

Anything built on lies is doomed to fail, but if Alessandro doesn’t understand, if he doesn’t accept me and my omega designation, we’re doomed to fail anyway…

A lump forming in my throat, I hurry out of the bathroom, my anxiety transforming into nervous butterflies as I head back outside. Alessandro is staring at me through the driver’s side window, parked a few spots away from the door, and I hurry down the short sidewalk to the passenger side.

I slip in with a bashful smile. “Sorry, I was touching up my makeup.” It’s a lie, which I just told myself I shouldn’t be telling, but I can’t admit I was panicking.

How silly would that sound?

“It’s no problem,” he says, cranking the car. “Are you ready?”

I’m not sure why, but the thought of breaking the news to him while the car is moving seems like a safer bet. At least that way, he has to keep his eyes on the road, and I don’t have to acknowledge the disappointment in his gaze until we stop again.

“Alessandro,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry. “I was going to tell you something…”

My phone goes off in my purse, catching my attention and making my voice trail off. I’m not sure who would be messaging me–after all, I don’t talk to anyone anymore–and I’ve changed my number since I left my old pack.

Unless it’s the fuckers from Jarvis and Jerald, I don’t know who would possibly be texting me, but I pull my phone out to check anyway.

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