Victor’s car pulls along the gravel drive of the Walsh family home, a palatial estate in the British Georgian theme. The wheels of the car crunch to a stop and Victor’s Beta steps out first, surveying the scene and checking for threats. Seeing none, he signals Victor to come forward. Victor steps o
Walsh laughs at Victor, low and mocking. “You fool,” he says, shaking his head. “If you had any wits about you at all, you’d take the boys and get rid of her, send her away, anywhere but in your home. She’ll ruin your life.” Victor frowns at this, feeling anger rise within him. “Evelyn is an excell
“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