A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret) novel Chapter 55

At first, Cassie was confused by the former rogue's words.

"You're mistaken, Bronco," she said. "Is the alpha upstairs?"

"Please call me Oak. I don't go by Bronco anymore. And yes, the alpha is upstairs," he replied.

"Then take me to him!" She started to turn away when he replied.

"We have to let him know you're here first, Miss White. Like I said, he's got guests. I can't just take you to him."

"What guests? Are they business partners?"

The look on his face made her feel foolish. What he said earlier echoed in her head before he repeated himself.

"His... the young Luna is up there, Miss"

Cassie wanted to strike the male across the face. She wanted to stab his throat with her claws repeatedly until he got his mind right.

How could he dare call someone else the young Luna? Forest Moon had one of those at the moment, and that was the senior Luna, Elise Reign.

She, Cassie, was going to be the younger one soon.

She took a deep breath to cool her fury. As she stared at him, he stared back, unwavering. What he just told started to sink in as their eyes held. Another she-wolf was up there with her alpha.

Cassie wanted to insist on seeing Nick. She wanted to confront him. What would happen if she did? She brought out her phone and began to dial his number.

As expected, her call went straight to voicemail. She wanted to scream but took another deep breath to calm herself.

If Nick took this other she-wolf seriously, he would've called off their engagement, right?

Bronco. Oak. Whatever he called himself. He was mistaken. This woman was probably another of his plaything for now.

Her mood soured even more when she recalled that the alpha didn't play like this. Pack members gossiped about his sex life. Some had spotted him in a few of the city's top strip clubs. That was all she knew.

Her guy's report of him was clean. Cassie felt sick. She'd been feeling special thinking that Nick was keeping her for the night of their mating ceremony.

"Have you seen this woman's face?" She asked the guard.

"Yes, she's a Forest Mooner... I think," came the guard's reply.

Her heart dropped down to her feet.

"Not a plaything then," she mumbled like a lunatic.

The guard frowned.

"I... I need a room," she stammered.

The guard motioned to the counter, trailing beside her.