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.
The woman steps out of her car, her impossibly long legs made even longer by the four-inch heels strapped precariously to her perfectly manicured feet. She closes the door to her Porsche with a click and then slowly, casually, strolls into the building labeled Prath Industries.“Annabeth Prath, plea
Victor finally shuts down his computer, letting out a big breath. Finally, finished for the day. He picks up his phone, intending to text Evelyn to see if he can bring something down to the house for dinner, but he’s surprised to see a text there already waiting.Evelyn: When you come down, bring yo
“What do we play next, mama,” Alvin says, crawling onto the couch where Evelyn’s shoulder just barely touches Victor’s, though both pretend not to notice. Alvin’s eyes are bright, but, like his twin, he is sleepy.“Nothing, baby, no more games tonight,” Evelyn says, putting out a hand to brush his c
I feel a growl rumble in Victor’s chest in response to my plea. I smile as I kiss him, pulling him down on top of me as he fumbles at his belt. I know he likes it when I beg. “Please, Victor,” I murmur, my eyes closed as I cup his cheek in my hand, feeling him kick himself free of his pants. Then,
That perhaps this new thing I’ve started with Victor kind of depended on me being pregnant. Did I just want to be with him because I wanted a father for my child?Were things different now. Was this all a mistake, now that there is no child?Tears spring to my eyes in my confusion. I drop the paper