Victor growls low in his throat, realizing that he’s going to have to rework his entire weekend. “Of course,” he says, “I’ll take care of them myself.” Perfect, I think. Right into my trap. “And…Amelia?” I ask pointedly. Victor grinds his teeth as he figures out this part of my plan. I smirk, know
I sigh, arms crossed, as I watch the cars pull away with my boys, saying a silent prayer. In my heart, I know Victor will keep them safe, but still – a mother’s fears run deep. After the car moves out of my sight I turn and head back into my house, shifting into counselor mode. I wasn’t kidding whe
“That’s normal,” I say, peering at it. “Wolf wounds work faster, it’s in the saliva.” She nods and turns again to me, a tremor of fear in her voice. “Am I…am I going to turn into a wolf now?” she asks, slowly. “Like…like a werewolf?” “No, Susan,” I say, laughing kindly. “You’ve watched too many m
I breathe deeply through my nose as rage takes over the terror in my body. Emily. Frickin. James. God, I thought I was finally finished with her drama – but apparently, she’s still out to ruin my life. Six months ago, I was having a totally normal therapy session with Emily’s boyfriend Keith, a Bet
“Okay,” says Ty, flipping a switch. A green light turns on. “The client has asked for a short pre-processing meeting in advance to make sure that you’re a good fit.” “All of this stuff,” she waves a hand over the electronic mess, “ensure that you can’t trace him, and that both of your voices will b
Finally, after what feels like an endless list of my credentials, I get Victor talking about his goals for the sessions use the opportunity to quietly freak out. I put my hand over the phone’s receiver and turn my face away, breathing deeply as my mind spins, trying to figure out my next step. I sh
“The client wants to stay remote for the foreseeable future, and anonymous, until he feels really comfortable. Some of these celebrities never want to reveal their identities, despite all the nondisclosures you’ve signed and will continue to sign.” She tucks her phone away and shrugs. “I get it, the
When Victor opens the door, I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. Before me stands one of the most powerful Alphas in the country, his shirt covered in stickers and juice stains, glitter on his face and even a little purple marker smudged across his chin. He scowls at me mightily, filling up the