The other three were strong, but no match for an alpha protecting his mate.
The one who was manhandling the omega dropped him and ran over to fight with Michael. “Who are you and why are you interfering?”
“Get your hands off my omega!” Michael punched him inthe face.
The man sank down to his knees, then he crawled toward the door. The other three had already run off. “Your omega owes our boss rent money,” the man said. He stood up. “You haven’t heard the last of this.” He, too, ran out of the apartment.
Michael hurried over to check on Alex. He helped him to his feet.
Alex brushed Michael hand away. “I am no longer your omega.”
The door to the bedroom opened and a child exited. “Are those bad men gone, Papa?”
“Yes, baby,” Alex answered.
“You have a child?” Michael asked, looking the boy over. He was about five, had curly black hair and fathomless blue-gray eyes. His eyes. The child and Alex shared the same smile.
The boy looked at him, then at Alex. “Who is this man, Papa?”
“Nobody, just someone I used to know,” Alex said, messing with his busted lip.
“You’re bleeding,” the boy said.
“It’s okay, baby. Can I have my phone?”
The child handed it to Alex.
Alex looked down at the screen. “Did you call someone?”
The child shook his head. “No, I texted.”
“Who did you text?” Alex asked.
“Someone with my last name.”
Alex put his attention back on Michael. “What are you doing here?”
“Someone texted me that you were in trouble. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Michael looked around again. “Your place is trashed. You have a busted lip, and I got a text from your number fromsomeone who called me Daddy.”
“Probably a wrong number,” Alex said.
“Who is his father?” Michael asked.
“Who?” Alex asked.
“Your son.”
“You have my face,” the child said to Michael.
Michael glared at Alex, then knelt down to be eye level. “What is your name?”
“Micha.”
“Hello, Micha, my name is Michael Winthrop.”
