A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret) novel Chapter 13

Sara POV

I couldn’t see my father during lunch as planned, but I was so glad the day was finally over. We would talk as soon as He's done with this round of customers.

"Jeremy gave me too much work when we got back from the business meeting," I explained. "I feel like he suspects something."

My dad wasn't paying attention. His back stiffened at the same time as Nick's familiar scent and aura wafted by. My heart jerked. I didn't dare strain my neck to see the person in front of the truck.

Instead, I settle Alex on the chair gently. My hands shook as I set his drawing beside him.

“Cake, mommy,” Alex protested.

“Shh, hold on, sweetheart. Grandpa’s will give it to you once you've had your...”

All thoughts and words died in my mouth as my gaze rested on Nick's. My dad stood frozen with the cup of ice tea in one hand.

“Seb,” the customer called out impatiently. “My tea, please.”

He seemed to regain himself and moved, handing the older woman her tea. Nick stood beside the customer, glaring at me.

“Mommeee,” Alex screamed. I quickly covered my his mouth with shaky hands.

"Shh..." But there's no use.

Nick is an alpha. He would scent his flesh and blood from a mile away. The look in his eyes and the fact that he's standing here in front of my father's shop meant that he already has. But how did he know? We left them at the restaurant this afternoon. Did he have me followed? I refused to think that he gave me enough thought to do such a thing.

My dad gave the woman her change in coins, and Nick cut in front of the next customer.

“Excuse me-”

The look in his eyes shut the man up, who swallowed before adding,

“sir,” under his breath. Then he stepped aside.

Nick redirected his gaze to me, straining his neck to look farther inside the truck. His eyes shone as they shifted from me to the little boy on the bench.

My dad stepped in front of us, blocking his view. “Why are you here?”

“You know exactly why I’m here, Sebastian!” he snapped.

Jake appeared in that moment. A tiny bruise at the corner of his lips.

“Come out here, Sara. You’ve got something that belongs to me,” Nick called out in a voice that was unrecognizable.

My heart leapt to my throat as he said these words.

“Mommy, who’s that?” Alex asked.

“Good question! Why don’t you answer it, Sara,” Nick called.

“Shh… baby, I’ll explain later, okay,” I said to my son.

My father meant to ignore Nick, so he signalled to the customer behind.

"What can I get you, Zeek?"

"Caserole and coffee with extra ice, please," he replied.

"Sara!" Anger and urgency ring in Nick's voice as he called out my name again.