“What kind of shock?” Ian asks, eyes probing. “Did you ask her to marry you?” “What!?” Victor loses his composure in his surprise, his mouth falling open. “Well, she’s our mother, and you’re our father,” Ian explains slowly, speaking to Victor as if he were the child. “Parents are married, right?”
After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do. I sigh and shut the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and do the one thing I can think of that wi
I look up at her, confused. “Huh? Why?” She shrugs. “Was he nice to them? Did he act like they were…bastards?” She whispers the last word, treading carefully on the subject. “No,” I say. “He was…well, I guess he was good with them. He was shitty to me” I emphasize, thanking Cliff for my refill wit
Victor’s entourage rolls up precisely at 3:00, as requested. Three cars, one black Rolls-Royce and two hummers, presumably filled with whatever Betas and lackeys Victor has brought with him. The boys and I are standing outside waiting for him, me in my favorite dress, the boys bright and tidy in the
Victor growls low in his throat, realizing that he’s going to have to rework his entire weekend. “Of course,” he says, “I’ll take care of them myself.” Perfect, I think. Right into my trap. “And…Amelia?” I ask pointedly. Victor grinds his teeth as he figures out this part of my plan. I smirk, know
I sigh, arms crossed, as I watch the cars pull away with my boys, saying a silent prayer. In my heart, I know Victor will keep them safe, but still – a mother’s fears run deep. After the car moves out of my sight I turn and head back into my house, shifting into counselor mode. I wasn’t kidding whe
“That’s normal,” I say, peering at it. “Wolf wounds work faster, it’s in the saliva.” She nods and turns again to me, a tremor of fear in her voice. “Am I…am I going to turn into a wolf now?” she asks, slowly. “Like…like a werewolf?” “No, Susan,” I say, laughing kindly. “You’ve watched too many m
I breathe deeply through my nose as rage takes over the terror in my body. Emily. Frickin. James. God, I thought I was finally finished with her drama – but apparently, she’s still out to ruin my life. Six months ago, I was having a totally normal therapy session with Emily’s boyfriend Keith, a Bet