Tires screech as Victor swerves into his driveway, throwing the car into park and jumping out the door almost before it stops. “Victo-“ Amelia says, just starting to unbuckle her seatbelt. But he’s already moving around the house, heading for Evelyn’s cottage out back. Amelia slumps back in the sea
Victor blinks at him for a moment – I’m not sure he even knew he was humming. He laughs softly and says, “thank you. My grandmother used to sing it to me when I was little, and when I was scared. Do you know?” He says, beginning to rinse the suds from Ian’s hair. “When I was a boy, I was very afraid
When the boys are safely ensconced in their bedroom, happily watching Aladdin at a bit too high of a volume, I storm into the living room. Victor turns to me. “Evelyn, I –“ I slam into him before he can finish, pushing him off balance and slamming his back into the living room wall. His instincts
“I didn’t, Victor!” She pleads, closing the gap between them and wrapping her arms around his waist, placing her head against his chest where his shirt collects her tears. “I’m just as confused as you are! I have no idea what happened, what’s happening!” Victor softens after a moment, putting a han
The next morning, Betas who hustle about Victor’s kitchen as he enters it, making phone calls, surveying the sight-lines from the kitchen and living room. “Good,” he says, nodding. “Good morning, baby,” Amelia purrs, pressing a hot cup of coffee and cream into his hand and giving him a kiss on the
“What, no knock?” I say. Victor looks at me for a moment, confused. “What? It’s my house.” I narrow my eyes. “It’s my house, Victor. I live here, I pay rent. I have rights.” He chuckles, dismissive, and closes the door. “Where are the boys.” “They’re upstairs,” I say, rolling my eyes at his auda
Victor surprises me by being helpful and efficient as we get the boys cleaned up and settled back into bed. For a man who has had an army of housekeepers his whole life, he proves himself very capable of stripping a bed of its sick-covered sheets and cleaning up vomit. After Alvin has finally drift
Victor smirks in front of me, clearly not ashamed of his body – not that he has any reason to be. I can’t help myself as my eyes dart quickly up and down his. Victor’s musculature is lean, less bulky than other Alphas from powerful packs. “You did well in there too,” Victor says, mercifully changin