A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)

'Threats would only push her farther away, Nick.'

'Really?' I asked before whipping my head around.

Jake was still in the room. Why the hell was he still in the room? He stood leaning against the wall near the door.

When I returned my gaze to Sara, she was watching me with horror. The hatred was also back in her eyes.

"But I won't do any of that," I said quickly. "I mean our world and the human's are close relatives. My empire depends on them.

"So I'll respect the judge because... of our son. Jake, get out!" I said without turning around.

Sara's face relaxed and she continued packing, this time faster.

'Are you sure you want me to leave?' My beta mindlinked.

I wasn't sure about anything. I've made too many mistakes in the last four years with this she-wolf. That much was clear now.

""Yes. Out!" I said out loud.

'No threats, no mocking and you'll be fine,' he whispered to my mind as he left.

I took a deep breath before speaking again. "I built a house."

"Good for you," she replied with an edge.

"I mean bought. I didn't build it. It's for little Alex. Somewhere in 3rd Avenue. The Closing is this Saturday. Jake's guy is handling all of that. This house has a better view but that one's more private. It's a large property with its own little forest where our son could play." Was that supposed to impress her and make her stay?

"Sounds great," she said. "You should show him when it's your turn with him. If that's all, I need to get going."

Zipping Alex's old little luggage, she started to leave the room.

Jake said not to threaten her, I reminded myself as she walked past. There was nothing else to do or say that didn't involve the damned threats, so I kept my mouth shut till the door closed behind me.

I stood, unable to move for the longest time. The door gave a soft creak and I felt Jake walked back inside. The sound of the elevator was louder than ever. I could feel Sara leaving my house. "Feels like four years ago," I thought.

Maybe I spoke out loud because my beta replied. He said something about me being mistaken. There's a child now. This was nothing like four years ago. How could I compare now and then, he argued. I barely heard him. I'd gone back in time like I always did before we reunited.

Sara and I were at "our apartment." The agreement didn't crash. We were still bound by the mate bond. Kissing on the couch as we worked to take off our cloths.

She spoke her confession against my lips. My only response was to continue the kiss as my hands explored every delectable bit of her flesh.

Words were the enemy. They ruin

things. So I didn't speak. I just went on to make love to her. On the couch, later on the floor. Soon moved to the bed. Then finally at the little bar, breaking my large bottle of vodka in the process.

After that, we left the apartment like any other Tuesday, even though it was a Saturday. In my daydream, she never mentioned any talk of love again. We kept up the secret meetings for years.

These were only fantasies and I was fine with having only those for a long time. The distant chime of the elevator as she reached the car park was louder than the previous one.

My dream dissolved before me. I

was back to the reality where I

panicked when she uttered those three little words. Now she hated my very existence. Even to the extent of reaching out to the human

ΟΛΟΙ

government to help her get away from me.

As these thoughts filled my mind, I didn't realize I was already thrashing my child's room.

The little bed was against the window. Which was now shattered. But there were too few things in here to smash. Jake was still talking,

anxiety in his eyes and voice. couldn't make out one word from

what he was saying to me.

He tried to grab me, but his strength was not enough. I felt him calling out to Richard with his mind as I burst out of the room, stomping down the stairs.

Within minutes, the living room was upside down. The couches, paintings, tables, everything was no longer in their place and they were mostly shattered. The place was a desolate mess. Much like my soul but better. Once there was nothing else to break, I sat by a window, watching the wounds in my hands heal. Lies! Fallacies!

There was no healing. I hadn't healed from anything after that painful parting under the moonlight.

Jake sat with legs spread by the foot of the stairs. He seemed less anxious now and was watching me when Richard appeared.

"Goddess, Nick!" my gamma gasped at the sight of the living room.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Silence followed as he found somewhere to perch.

Only the distant sounds of cars, laughter and whispers surround us. We could hear these things because of our unnatural senses.

The broken clock was nowhere I could see. Its ticking was aggravating. I wanted to stomp on it to silence it for good. But I had no motivation to get up and search for it.

Richard finally sighed and muttered,

"So this isn't all about the pup then. You want Sara back."