Dr. Madison goes over the treatment plan with the Luna, with Marcus and Liam listening attentively. After she finishes, all of us but the Luna retire to the conference room to talk further about our options for discussing the situation with the police and the press."Jack is on his way here now," Liam says, checking the time on his phone. "We really can't let him be seen by the press; how are we going to get him in here?""He can come in through a staff entrance," Dr. Madison says, twirling a pen in her long fingers and tapping it absentmindedly against the notepad in front of her. I smile to myself – I wonder if this is a common fidget habit for restless doctors, since I do it myself."He's coming in plainclothes, as I instructed him," Liam says. "So, that should work. Will the nurses at your station know the best place for him to come in?""Yes, absolutely," Dr. Madison says. "My nurses are the best at discretion, you'll find. They live to protect their patients.""I'll go talk to t
"How could this have happened?" Charles shrieks, flinging another paperweight across the room. It shatters against the fireplace, collapsing into shards of pottery dust and sharp corners. Darlene winces; she'd been rather fond of that one.They've met to discuss the matter at the Hardys' home, since the mansion is too risky. Too many ears everywhere, Charles seethes. Too many little spies, counterspies, working against him. The Alpha should be dead. That wretched little doctor should never have been able to save him."It's like she has a goddamn sixth sense," Charles says, pacing erratically. "No one was supposed to interrupt him for at least another hour, which would've given the poison time to finish its work."He always rests for two hours after lunch, no meetings or interruptions allowed. Of course, that's the one time that Dr. Goddamn Prism decides that rules don't apply to her, that she can request an audience with the Alpha during his private study time."And of course, instead
I'm still absolutely baffled by the lunch invitation I received from Becki, but Marcus, the Alpha, the Luna, Liam, and I all agreed it would be best to go and see what she's up to now. I ran it by Kent and the rest of the gang, too."I don't know, either," Kent says, stirring his coffee and tapping his spoon on the edge of the mug before taking a big gulp. "But I agree: best to go see what she wants, probably? Ty, what do you think?""I agree," Ty says from over at the oven, where he's pulling some bake-and-serve cinnamon rolls out. "I figure they're trying to get close to the Alpha again, for what it's worth.""Sounds right to me," Torsten says from his spot at the table. "They don't know that Nicole is…well, Nicole," he points out. "They think she's some doctor from Australia, who doesn't know how Becki is tied up with Charles and everybody else.""So, it would make sense to befriend 'Dr. Prism' to try to get a shot at getting close enough at the Alpha to take him out again," Brady
I find myself becoming fond of the investigator, Jack Darlington, almost immediately. I first meet him in the Alpha's hospital room, a couple of days before he's due to be discharged and sent home. I'd been sent to help Liam with the press the first time he came to see the Alpha and had missed him.The Alpha is in a private room, now that the danger has passed. He's just being kept for supervision for a few days, to make sure that everything is going as it should with his recovery. I spend almost all morning, every morning with him, and he's rapidly regaining his strength.Werewolves are fast healers – they sort of have to be, considering the changes their bodies go through when they transform into wolves and back. Safe in the hospital, away from the anxiety that he's about to be poisoned at any moment, the Alpha is able to relax and recover without stress.His body is taking advantage of the respite and repairing itself very well. The color in the Alpha's face has returned, and his e
"And after Dr. Prism approached you with her concerns, you decided to be solely responsible for delivering the Alpha's food, is that correct?" Jack asks, his pen poised over his notebook as he waits for a response."That's correct," Jenson says. "And I have been diligent in my duties, I can tell you that, sir. I truly have no idea how anything could have slipped past me.""Why don't you walk me through your protocols?" Jack suggests. Jenson bristles slightly, and Jack must notice it, too, because he adds: "I don't suspect you at all, Mr. Jenson. Nothing indicates to me that you were involved in this in any way."I just need to figure out how the culprit slipped by the protective measures that you, Dr. Prism, and Mrs. Potts set up. When we know the how, we can hopefully narrow down onto the who, if you see what I mean."Jenson looks mollified, and his expression turns from defensive to thoughtful."Well, Mrs. Potts prepares the Alpha's food and drink separately," he says. "And she neve
"I just don't understand," Charis Robinson says to her son over family dinner. "I know they said it was a heart attack, but I also heard that a private investigator has been at the mansion, asking questions.""Who told you that?" Charles asks, his fork freezing mid air. "I haven't heard anything about a private investigator. And I'd think I'd be the first to know."Charis shrugs. "I have friends in high places, too, you know.
"So, that's where we had to leave it," I finish, taking a sip of my tea. I'm sitting in Marcus's office, updating him on the results of the investigation. He's not behind his desk, but sitting in the armchair next to me in his little seating area in front of his fireplace.It's so cozy here. Of course, we don't have a fire lit – it's July in New England, after all. But the vibes are still so warm and soft. I could sit here every day of my life with Marcus, drinking tea and talking through our problems together.
Charles leans back in the seat of his car, silently stewing as his driver maneuvers around the streets to take him to the Hardy residence. He and Daisy are having dinner with Paul, Darlene, and Becki tonight, to discuss what the hell they're going to do next.Brodie was smart to get out while he did, Charles thinks grumpily as he watches the city lights zip past out the window. Becki's twin brother left for a study abroad program in France at the beginning of the summer, and Charles wonders if he'll ever even return.
"Marcus!" I shout, tripping over the last step at the bottom of the staircase. "Ouch! Damn it, we need to get that fixed. Marcus, where are you?""I'm in here, carina," Marcus calls back. He comes out of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. "Just making your coffee. I think I've almost got this machine figured out, I swear."I burst out laughing. "It's been five years, honey. I think if you were going to get along with that machine, it would've happened by now."
"I'm so glad you chose a December wedding, darling girl," Jeanette says to me, looking a bit misty-eyed. She steps back from the mirror we're both looking in after adjusting my veil and clasps her hands in front of her."Me, too," I breathe, lifting a hand to touch my face. Jeanette slaps it away, playfully."What are you doing?" she exclaims. "You're going to ruin all of Maya's hard work. You look stunning, my dearest. Don't smudge your foundation, I beg of you. Are you nervous? A mimos
The biggest problem with waitressing is that Becki really freaking hates it, okay?It's miserable. People are so rude to you, all the time, and your arms ache after each shift from carrying around everybody's hot plates and their stupid trays of cocktails and wine and soda and god knows what else.And nobody is ever happy, either. They ordered a Cabernet Sauvignon, but all your restaurant sells is Merlot. Well. You'd think the entire sky was falling down, the way some people car
The dinner is sumptuous, one of the most elegant dinners I've ever had, even by Alpha-family standards. It's an old-school seven course dinner, with hors d'oeuvres circulating on silver trays along with trays of champagne while the servers set up for dinner.Then comes the soup, which is a crab bisque that I could eat all night long, even if there were no other courses. I make a mental note to tell Marcus that I definitely want it served at our wedding.Next are the appetizers - a sort o
A few weeks later, I'm at the villa, poring over paint samples. Jeanette has been very generous in helping me with ideas for a massive makeover for the villa, and I'm excited to make the place really my own.Well, mine and Marcus's, of course. He comes home in the evenings from his business duties at the hotel to have a glass of wine with me and talk over options. We've discussed decorators, but for now, I think I'd like to handle most of the decisions myself."You surely don't expect to
The next morning, Marcus and I are having coffee in the villa kitchen when my phone rings again. I tense up and check the caller ID to make sure it's not my father again, and I heave a sigh of relief when I see that it's Jack Darlington."Hey, Jack," I say when I answer the phone. Marcus raises his eyebrows at me in question, and I shrug. "What's up?""What's up is that I have some fantastic news for you," Jack says at the other end of the line. There's a rush of traffic and voices in th
A week later, I'm starting to feel like I've really settled into my new life full of possibility and hope. Things are so much easier now, and not just because I don't have to hide who I am anymore.As soon as Charles was taken away by police and chucked into jail where he belongs, awaiting his trial in the human court system, it was like a black cloud of despair and tension finally lifted from over my head.It's time for me to move on, into my new life, with my new family and friends.
"Do I look all right?" I ask Marcus in our bedroom at the villa. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress over my hips. "I've never been to a Werewolf Council before; I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to wear.""You look fantastic," Marcus says, coming up behind me to tug my zipper all the way to the top of my dress. "Very professional. A real Alpha's Heir wife.""Fiancee," I say with a smile. I tuck a curl - now back to its original brown - behind my ear. M
"It's terribly convenient for you, Marcus, that your paramour owns an entire villa for you to move into at the drop of a hat," Liam grumbles the next day as he helps us wheel our suitcases to the elevators. "Some of us are going to be in this bloody hotel for the next decade, if the fire department has anything to say about it.""It's not the fire department's fault that Nicole's ex-boyfriend is a psychotic arsonist," Marcus responds, shooting me a wicked little grin. I whack his arm playfully.