I smile to myself then, pleased. But I turn when I hear footsteps on the stairs. Victor comes halfway down and then stoops to glare at us. “Seriously? A party? At six am?” “Just family,” I say innocently, turning and leaning against the counter. “What’s wrong with a family breakfast?” I give him
I have to admit, it’s really weird pulling up to the house where I grew up, considering that the last time I was here I left in a helicopter clutching my half-dead mate’s hand. I glance in the rearview window at my two boys, suddenly realizing that this house is probably full of strange memories for
“She would die,” Emma says, her eyes going wide as we move to the couch. “Please let her – it would make her so happy.” “Done,” I say, shrugging. “I’ll have Victor’s media people get in touch with her about it. Someone’s got to break it to the press – why not my bestie?” “Break what to the press?”
I go a little pale when I hear my mother’s words – not out of shock, but mostly out of guilt. Never, really, did I think of her sitting here alone in this house, missing him. The idea that I’ve kept him away from her for so long – and that she’s been pining for him – Instantly, I nod, trying to kee
“And now, my life begins,” she says softly, taking a deep breath and turning away from me without another word. I can see the decision weighing on her as she walks away from me, over to her own car. But as she goes, I see her straighten her shoulders and lift her chin. Justice, I think as I watch
“Inside, Evelyn, please,” Victor growls, and Evelyn moves away from him. She looks between the two brothers for a moment, and though she would usually push against an order like that from Victor – or anyone, really – something, in this case, suggests that it’s best not to engage. So she simply move
But clearly… “You’ve got to figure it out, Rafe,” Victor says softly, all anger gone from his voice. Replaced, now, with disgust. “You have got to get it into your head that being Alpha is not about having complete control and shaping the world into what you want. It’s about building the world in w
The next morning the house is somehow…different. I can’t place my finger on it but…something is somehow not right. I look around, trying to figure it out. In so many ways everything seems…normal. The Betas are buzzing, moving around doing their work. Burton is here again – thank god – doing some ge