“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
As I lay in bed that evening, I hear a phone ring. I glance at my bedside table, intent on ignoring it, when I realize that the screen of my cell phone remains dark. Huh? Suddenly, I realize that the tinny ringing is the old-fashioned rotary phone that I use for sessions with Victor. Shit. I head t
“A weakness is a weakness,” he says, “it must be addressed and fixed –“ “But if all people have weaknesses, is it not best to have our weakness be someone who we trust completely? Who, even if they’re asserting their own needs, still has our best interest at heart? If she is your mate, and you trus
“Slumberrrrrrr Partyyyyy!” Ian yells, bursting in the back door of Victor’s house, a huge backpack of toys and pillows on his back. He spreads his arms out and zooms around the kitchen, pretending to be an airplane. Alvin follows his brother, laughing, his arms equally filled with supplies. Beta Ed