“Mama.”I blink, my son’s little voice waking me what feels way too early on a Tuesday morning. “Mama, wake up,” Alvin says again.“Baby,” I murmur. “What time is it?”“It’s 5 o’clock,” he says, and I groan, turning my head back into my pillow.“Come back later, baby,” I say. “Mama’s still sleeping.
She laughs, looking at them out the window, as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!” She calls to the three. “It’s growing late, time for dinner.”With only a bit of chagrin – for they are tired – the boys all trudge in, aga
Evelyn creeps up silently behind Victor and he jumps as she pulls on his sleeve. Silently, she puts her finger to her lips and nods her head back to the kitchen, indicating that he should come with her. He nods and follows.“What’s going on with those three?” she whispers, curious. “They wanted to h
“How are you doing with all of that?” she says, turning towards Bridgette. Sensing that this talk might be better left to the women alone, Victor quietly moves away, sliding his hand down and across Evelyn’s back as he goes. A small shiver runs pleasantly down her spine. “All of what?” Bridgette sa
I spent the rest of the evening in a very quiet panic. Victor could tell, of course, that something was wrong, but I avoided all conversation with him.If we spoke, even for just one moment, I was afraid I’d blurt it all out. And really, I don’t know anything yet. I had gotten the boys out of Victo
I bury my head in my hands again, unable to believe my luck – God damnit, why didn’t I buy two – I’m such an idiot – I can’t help the thoughts, then, that come rushing into my mind. The thoughts I held back all night, all morning on the drive to the pharmacy, the drive home, as I ran up the stairs
Victor stares out his back window, clutching his phone in his hand.One of the most powerful Alphas in the country – in the world – and he can’t get someone to pick up his calls.Something was wrong with Evelyn last night. He saw it on her face when she was talking with Bridgette – he had seen her g
Was any of it real, then? Victor thinks back, remembering the passion of their first meeting, when their mating bond had snapped into place. God, they hadn’t left bed for days, he had been obsessed with her, couldn’t get her scent out of his nose or his mind.And then they had been happy, for years.