A Broken Contract (Alpha's Secret Regret) novel Chapter 12

I feel a lump rise in my throat as I watched her get out of the car. The fact that she isn't married didn't mean there wasn't someone in her life. At least, it looks like there's a child.

Other cars are parked at the school's driveway as children race out to meet their mothers or fathers. Most of these kids were no older than toddlers.

Among the small crowd, a little boy emerged, grinning and racing towards Sara.

“Mommy, mommy, look what I made,” he called out.

I sat in my car with my heart in my throat at the sight before me. I was feeling all kinds of emotions as I watched the two. The lump in my chest has disappeared now.

Sara gathered the child into her arms before taking the white cardboard paper from him.

"Ooh, amazing! My baby wolf is a genius," she cooed.

The boy's scent overclouded all others except Sara’s. It felt like I was staring at a tiny little mirror of myself.

Memories of four years ago came crashing, and my heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. I immediately recall the very day Sara and I made love without protection.

“Mine...” I gasped, my hand tightening on the wheel.

I watched as she kissed him on the cheek, carrying him to the car.

“C,mon. I'll take a good look when we get to grandpa’s," she said to him.

Without thinking, I got off my car and started to cross the street to meet them. But she was already starting her engine and cutting into the road again. I turned around to rush back to my car and was nearly hit by another vehicle.

Within seconds, I was on the wheels and speeding after Sara.

“This is all your fault,” I snapped, punching him in the chin. He staggerred backwards, fighting to keep his balance.

“I sent you to dissolve the contract and settle everything else with her, and you couldn’t be thorough?”

The little scuffle with my beta made me lose sight of Sara and the child. Fear rose inside me, mingling with an outrage that made my stomach turn.

“You're right! It's my fault! Just she never struck me as the liar type, so I didn't follow up!" he countered. "Let me handle it.” He’s in my way again as I strain my neck to look at Sara.

Shoving him aside, I stomped towards the food truck some feet away.

Sebastian James' profile was the first thing that came into view. The older male was getting a paper cup from the shelf while his customers had their eyes on me.

Turning around, Seb froze as our gazes meet.