He meets my eyes. “I don’t have a Luna, Evelyn. And it’s totally fair to test that capacity of an Alpha’s abilities – he’s right, that the Alpha functions best as a pair. Without a Luna,” he sighs. “He’s right. It’s incomplete.” I bite my lip, knowing what he’s going to ask, not wanting to…well, no
New Year’s Eve comes faster than I thought it could. The invitations to our last-minute party came back in a flurry, with Alphas cancelling their other plans to come to ours in a waterfall of RSVPs. They’re still curious, I think, to catch up on the drama after Victor’s almost-wedding. I’ve barely
“I know,” I say, looking mournfully back at my house. “And they’re finally old enough to stay up until midnight. They’ll never forgive us.” Victor shrugs, smiling, unwilling to have his mood brought down. “I’ll have you all to myself for once,” he murmurs, looking distractedly back at the house. “I
“Evelyn,” my father says, his face cold as he embraces me with one arm and places a stiff kiss on my cheek. “Happy holidays.” He doesn’t look at me, but instead around at my party with distaste. Bridgette’s formal party, indoors, is more his style.“Evelyn, did you do all of this?” My mother says,
“So it seems,” Walsh says, taking a glass of champagne off a passing try as he and Victor wander to a quiet spot on the far side of the pool. “That a piece of my property went missing about a month ago.”Victor says nothing, placing his hands in his pockets and stopping to stare at this man. Walsh s
When Victor pushes my back door open the next day, he’s greeted with a lazy sight. I’m curled up with the boys on my small sofa. The three of us are a little cuddle puddle of sleepy happiness. “Oh good,” I say, looking up at him and then staring deliberately at the bag of chocolate-covered pretzels
Victor laughs, acquiescing, and returns to his seat on the floor with the water and popcorn in hand. “Anything for you, my little Alpha pups.” As the boys happily much on their snacks, Alvin resting with his eyes closed and Ian reading his book. Victor smiles at them for a moment, and then brushes
I struggle to get free from underneath my blankets and children. I haven’t heard from Edgar since our visit to the Beta camp, despite many calls and texts. “No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps into the living room. “Don’t get up – I don’t mean to disturb y