Victor doesn’t go home for dinner, though his text to Amelia suggested that he would. Instead, he stays at his club and keeps drinking. It’s not normally in his nature to be drunk – Victor likes a clear head, solid control over his body. Besides, with his Alpha metabolism, it takes a great deal to
“Come on, brother,” Rafe says, laughing. “Let’s get you fixed up.” They both grab their whiskeys and head towards the locker rooms of the sports club, where Victor’s Betas have delivered his clothes. An hour later, the party is in full swing. The club is packed with Victor’s male associates, all dr
Victor and the members of the hunt prowl through the streets of the city, searing for their prey. They sniff the air and follow their instincts, seeking their other halves, the partners with whom they will consummate their hunt. For those amongst his parties who are mated pairs, this means their par
“Sir,” one calls, “are you all right?” He ignores it, moving forward. Beta radio transponders click behind him – “He’s here –“ “Of course, let him pass –“ “He doesn’t seem…himself…” “Does it matter? It’s his house, who are we to stop him -” But then he’s beyond them and he’s alone again, Vict
I move my hips to match Victor, meeting him stroke for stroke. His breath comes fast, his back curled so that he can raise his hips higher, get further inside of me. I’m gasping now, gasping for air, gasping for release. I want more of him as he pounds into me, the rhythm of him carrying my passion
There is a long moment where neither of us move. And then Victor groans – not the kind of groan he made just a few minutes ago, but the sound of a very tired man. He rolls back away from me, moving his hand from my hip. Suddenly cold and awkward without the solid warmth of him behind me, I sit up a
“I can’t live like this.” I spread my hands to my sides, encompassing everything – everything we feel, everything we’ve experienced, all the complications of his wedding, and the boys, and my father. “I tried, Victor. It’s not working.” “It’s fine, Evelyn,” he growls, leaning forward. “It was one s
A few days later, Christmas morning dawns with a fresh fall of snow, which I’m glad to see. It’s been so long since we’ve had a white Christmas. It’s the boys’ first, actually. They came tearing down the stairs at the break of dawn, eager for their presents, but I was ready for them, having slept d
“Me me me,” he says, hardly able to contain his excitement. “My turn, mama. Please.” And he looks down, again, at his little girl. “Well,” I say, shifting her in my arms and leaning forward so Ian can better see her face. She frowns in her sleep, squirming a little and making me smile. “I was think
Several hours later, I’m changed and curled up more comfortably in my bed with Victor by my side, a baby in each of our arms, and our boys curled up like puppies at the end of the bed. Archie is on the bed too, cuddled between them. We sit quietly together, all still focused on the two little babie
“It’s all right, doctor,” I say, giving her a little smile and nodding towards the boys. “We found them.” “Oh my god,” she says, shaking her head and placing a hand over her heart. Then she frowns at them. “How did they…” “Window,” Victor says, gesturing towards it and sighing. “It’s all right. Th
“Come on, Evelyn,” the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. “One more push, and then you’ll be done, and you can hold your little girls.” “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting
Slumped on the couch, Ian heaves a gigantic sigh. “What is taking so long,” he mutters, glaring angrily at the steps as if they’ve personally offended him. “You knew it would take a while,” Bridgette murmurs, running a hand over Ian’s soft brown hair and smiling fondly at her nephew. She sighs and
“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?” “Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contra
And between them, my three Alphas have kept me sane. Even though every other part of the end of this pregnancy has worked hard against that sanity. Very, very hard. Even though the TV is on, capturing both of our attention, Ian very suddenly turns his head towards my stomach, like a dog hearing a w
As it turns out…I cannot. I cannot spend 3 months in bed, waiting for my babies to be born. Two and a half months later, I’m basically climbing the walls, I’m going so crazy sitting here in this bedroom, waiting for my little girls to be born. I’ve done it this long, though. I’ve stayed in my bedr
“Why?” Victor asks, suddenly serious in the sea of merriment. “Evelyn, why aren’t you here? What’s wrong?” “Um…” she says, her eyes glancing away awkwardly. “Because…I went into early labor…and I’ve been put on bedrest…” The tablet cracks as it falls to the floor. Rafe gasps, reaching down for it