“Vic-“ Amelia sputters out half of his name as Victor strides into the bedroom, grabs her by the arm, and slams her against the wall. “What did you do, Amelia,” he yells, his voice thick with wrath. “Victor – I – “ Amelias eyes scan frantically over Victor’s face, his body, sensing – correctly – t
“And,” she continues. “That would leave my sons free to inherit your pack. Like you promised.” Her last words are a whisper. For a moment, Victor looks down at his mate, taking in the sadness on her face, her long lashes, her beautiful, plump lips… With a snarl, Victor rips his arm from her hand a
As I tuck the boys into their beds, the television in their room set to stream a Disney Channel show for the next couple of hours, I hear the phone in my closet ring. “Do you have another secret call, Mama?” Ian asks, his eyes fastened to the screen as he asks. “What?” “Your secret phone,” Alvin
Victor clears his throat and I remember, of course, that I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a very significant betrayal,” I say more evenly. “How did you react?” “Poorly, unfortunately. I lost my temper. It was…more physical, than I would have liked it to be. But she main
I practically tumble out of my closet, feeling nauseous and gasping for air all at once. Part of my mind knows that this is an over-reacting, but my body is in panic, totally not knowing how to respond to this news. I make my way into the bathroom and splash water on my face, seeking to calm my bod
“One of the Betas,” I say, waving my hand in the air. “The one you’re dating?” “Yes,” I say, nodding, latching on to her suggestion. “He got wind of it from Victor’s side and let me know what was going on. But either way, Victor is making decisions about my life – about my children – without even
I jump as Victor enters my house the next morning. Again, no notice, no knock – just walking straight in. I narrow my eyes at him. “Sure, Victor, of course you can come in! You’re always welcome here.” “I know,” he says, walking over to me. I shake my head at him and he gives me a charming smile. I
“You know if he claims them, if they become the official heirs and property of John Walsh,” I say, twirling my teaspoon between my fingers, “that I’ll never see them again. Never ever.” Victor nods. “I know. I’m not going to let that happen, Evelyn.” And then, he reaches over, placing his hand over