A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret)

Sara POV

"Good morning, daddy," the child said, a happy smile coloring his eyes.

"Good pup," Nick said to him. "Now why don't go with Janice and the beta. Your mother will join you in a moment, and I'll see you soon."

Jake emerged with the half-wolf nanny they hired for my son. I tightened my lips, holding back from lashing out in front of Alex. It was too early.

Alex nodded and went to meet them as Jake took his little hand. Within seconds, they were out of sight. Only then did I see the envelope sitting beside Nick on the sofa.

"The paternity test came out," he said.

"But that's just for records as you already know. We both know you and I made that child. He's OUR flesh and blood. Do you know your father is trying to get his humans to keep me from my child?" "What are you on about this morning?" I snapped.

"Ah, you didn't know he talked to some lawyers. The retainer was a little too much for him, so he wanted to snooze on it. But when he went back a few hours later, they wouldn't take him. Because they work for me now."

He gave an exaggerated sighed and rose with the envelope. "Here."

"I don't need to see the damned paternity test!" I said.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"This isn't the test results, Sara," he said with an edge in his voice. "I really have to do something about your attitude. This isn't the test results. It's something else. Have a look!"

I took the envelope from him and opened it to reveal the same document he gave me two nights ago.

"You lost it yesterday during your... reunion with the Luna, but I found it," he said.

"This looks different," I pointed out.

"That's cuz I added a few things."

It looked more like a contract now. I dreaded turning the page. What could he possibly be trying to bind me to now? What did he add? Last night, for a brief moment, he looked sorry for what his mother did. Maybe I dreamt that. He was back to being a jerk this morning. "What did you add? Don't answer that. I'm not interested in whatever you're proposing," I said, dropping the envelope on the sofa beside him.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a child to care for and a job to get to!"

"You need to sign it, so we won't have any problems, Sara. So YOU won't have any problems."

He rose from the large cushion to stare down at me. "You can ask me to give you time to read it like you did before. Sign it once you've looked at it, so everyone is happy and assured."

I was momentarily confused by these words. The look on my face must've given me away. He arched his brow.

Then he gave a short laugh before saying, "Unbelievable. You think it's the same contract as last time? You flatter yourself, Sara. I'm not trying to get between your thighs! I have a son to care for and businesses to run!"

"So what did you add? What is it about?" I asked, angry at his tone.

"It's about custody and what I require from the mother of my child," he replied.

"What YOU require? I won't live my life by your requirements, Nickolas Reign. I bore that child. He's mine. The one you never wanted..."

He took a step closer and I faltered backwards.

"Watch your mouth, Sara. The boy is within earshot. Wait, is this what you've been telling him? That I didn't want him? No wonder he's still on guard around me."

I threw my hands up, outraged by the accusation. "He met you forty-eight hours ago! In that short time, he's been kidnapped!" I held up two fingers. "TWICE! By you and your MOTHER!" "Stop talking."

The two words were spoken in a calm voice. But his tone was firm and authoritative.

Words failed me as my mouth hung open. I had much more to say, but I couldn't do anything but press my lips together. Inhaling deeply, I tried to calm myself.

He picked up the envelope from the

couch and handed it to me again without another word. I didn't mean to take it from him, but when my eyes met his hard ones, I couldn't do otherwise. I snatched it from him as he started to speak again.

"THIS is nothing like our agreement four years ago. We won't be naked together between the sheets once a week. This one's all about the child. And expect to get it back tonight," he said.

Then he settled back on the sofa. I stood, angry and frustrated, unable to express in words what I'd like to say to him.

He spoke again, but this time, his voice was a soft murmur, like he was thinking out loud.

"You finally said my name. I was starting to think it's a taboo for you now. Guess I was wrong."

He lifted his gaze as his mouth curved into a smirk.

"I need my car," I said, ignoring his useless observation.

"I was told you refused to drive it."

"I don't need a new car from you. I don't want anything from you. I need MY car," I replied.

"That's too bad. I already sent it to the junkyard.

If you hate the new model, I can get you another one. Let me know which brand you'd rather drive. Text it to

d would

me later. Until then, someone would have to drive you to work and.

wherever you need to take Alex."

swnv

I imagined scratching his perfect face with my fingers. The junkyard? How could he get rid of my car? Who did he think he was?

"You had no right..." My voice shook as I trailed off. It was pointless to say more.

"I have every right, Sara James. I can't let you drive little Alex around in that antique anymore. Now jog on, will you? I don't want him to be late for school." He picked up his Ipad and resumed whatever he was doing.