Chapter 126

Victor Erickson is a coin; on his face, a man in recovery; on the other side, unbelievable hunger. Every iteration of him sits on a throne overruling hell, except one.

His sole salvation, the one version of him that’s worth anything at all, is the one that met Ariadne Emerson.

Victor opens his eyes, light streaming into the room, bright and painful. It’s morning, one in a long, monotonous series of mornings.

He smells coffee wafting in, followed by the sound of soft humming.

The Alpha pulls himself out of bed, the cool air giving him goosebumps. He trudges down the hall of the little apartment they’ve rented just for the view of the skyline.

Ariadne’s singing to herself as she makes breakfast, in a better mood than last week, when they had to say goodbye to their children when Nathan literally had to tear Ashley out of the Omega’s arms.

Ariadne greets him with a kiss and a plate of bacon and eggs. “Take that to the table, baby.”

“You’re in a good mood,” Victor notes, carrying the food