“Hello?” Victor’s mechanized voice scratches through the phone. “Hey,” I say. “It’s nice to hear from you.” Victor hesitates on the other side of the line and I realize, feeling stupid, that I’m talking to him like a friend. I clear my throat and sit up straight in my closet. “So, why don’t you t
“Leave it in the past,” I advise. “Ask her, honestly, about what your mutual timeline is for kids – make a plan. Then, if she doesn’t come through on the plan to which you both agree, then you can have a conversation about that. You don’t need to pin her to the wall for something which she may or ma
“Ian, you need to slow down!” I call after him, shaking my head as he bursts through Victor’s back door like a tornado. Alvin isn’t far behind him. “Boys –“ I step into the kitchen moments later and see that they’ve left chaos on their wake. Their backpacks are thrown on the floor and four little s
“We’re getting the best of everything,” she says, resting her cheek on her palm as she thinks about her perfect day. “Cases of champagne flown in from France, private jets to get all the guests to and from the island – and absolutely everyone is coming. It’s going to be…fantastic.” “That sounds…yea
I slam my door behind me and press my back against it, slipping down to the floor and crying into my hands. Amelia’s words echo after me – sham, slut, whore. Disappear. In so many ways, they’re all true. Glad, for once, to be in an empty house, I let myself cry my heart out, reliving all of the dar
It must have taken an incredible amount of faith and patience to agree to Victor’s plans to acknowledge his sons. After all, when he does that, they will be his heirs, taking the title from any sons that she may later have. That is a big sacrifice, even though those children do not yet exist, and ma
“Victor!” I call, following my boys as they dash into his house. “Papa!” “Daddy, we’re here!” I raise my eyebrows, laughing. Perhaps we didn’t need to all shout at once. Victor comes from around the corner, smiling. “Hey, boys!” He says, dropping to one knee so that he can wrap them both up in a
“Why the hell not?!” “Well, putting aside the argument that he’s far beneath you in class” “Above me,” I remind him, pointing to myself. “I’m a Rogue, we’ve talked about this.” Victor rolls his eyes. “Putting aside the fact that you’re Alpha born and the mother of Alpha boys, and thus have a resp