Oblivion (Alphaholes #4)

33. Sammy

33

SAMMY

“ E van.” I say his name, but he doesn’t respond. Instead he looks at me like I’m a stranger, like he doesn’t recognize me at all. I tricked him. I planned an elaborate setup to force him to confess his feelings for me, and it worked.

He loves me, we’re married…and apparently, I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant with his baby because, even though Starling warned me that Evan would take over my life, I never considered how truly insane he is, or how far he’d be willing to go to keep me.

“Evan,” I call his name again, but instead of speaking or even really looking at me, he stands up and walks away.

Blinking, I stare at the spot where he was. Evan has never walked away from me before. Even before we were together, he never left me. He stood on the periphery of my life and watched even as he refused to close the distance between us.

When Starling and I devised our plot to make him mine, we never thought about what he’d do when he found out what we’d done. I think a part of me assumed he’d be grudgingly impressed that we’d turned the tables on him.

Evan, Clay, Hunter, and especially Sebastian take great pride in being ruthlessly privileged alphaholes. It’s who they were raised to be, and they’re proud of that. Although I doubt any of them would ever admit it, I’d lay money on the fact that most of their favorite moments are when they’ve successfully taken what they wanted, in whatever way they wanted to.

Between the four of them, they’ve crossed every single boundary that’s been set by the women they love, and even when they’ve felt bad about the fallout from their actions, they’ve never wished they could take it back, even if they’ve regretted the reactions they caused.

I guess I assumed that once Evan realized what lengths I’d gone to, to claim him, then he’d realize that I’m just as crazy as he is. That I’m willing to cross those lines because I love him. I thought maybe he’d see that when pushed, I really am one of them.

Never once did I consider that when he discovered the truth, he’d leave.

He doesn’t get to run.

If things were the other way around, he wouldn’t allow me to run away, so he doesn’t get to either. Rushing into the hall, I throw the front door open just in time to watch the cart squeeze through the half opened gate and speed away from the house, and me.

He left. He actually fucking left. That asshole drugged me and knocked me up, and now he thinks he gets to leave. But he has. He’s gone, and I don’t know what to do.

“Are you okay?” Starling asks from the doorway to the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“Did you and Evan have a fight?”

“He knows.”

“Knows what?” Starling asks.

“Everything,” I admit.

“Everything?” a male voice asks, stepping past Starling and looking between the two of us with curious dark eyes. “What exactly is…everything?” Sebastian asks.

“He knows that Starling and I planned it all.”

“Planned what?” he demands.

“All of it. We planned my engagement. We planned the video call. We planned Starling telling Evan to come and get me. We planned it all because I love him. Because he’s mine.”

“He’s yours,” Sebastian repeats, but his voice isn’t hard anymore. It’s soft and…impressed. “You played him at his own game.”

“Yes, we did,” Starling confirms, moving to stand at my side.

“Not well enough, though,” I confess. “Because he one-upped me in a way neither of us ever considered.”

“What did he do?” Starling asks.

“He got me pregnant.”