“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
“So,” Victor says awkwardly, clearing his throat. “How did your date go last night?” “I didn’t think you cared,” I return. Victor is driving us to a little farm upstate, just for the day. He came to my house yesterday, returning the boys, and asked me to take this little trip so that the boys could
“Papa, did you grow up here?” Ian asks, munching away. “No,” Victor says, “I grew up in a big house. I’ll show it to you some day soon. But we came here a lot to learn about the animals, to ride the horses.” “I want to ride the horses!” Alvin says, excited. “Soon,” Victor promises. “Today, though
“That’s your dog,” I say, my fingers pressed against my temple as the puppy whines in the back seat. The boys fuss over him, fighting over names. “We are going to call him Lucky,” says Alvin. “No. Slug!,” says Ian, laughing. “You are not naming him Slug,” I say, angry, twisting to glare at the