Burton gives Victor an apologetic look. “I believe,” he continues, “that he enjoys getting a rise out of you.”Victor sighs, shrugging. He’s used to it. “And his behavior towards Bridgette?”“He is…” Burton hesitates here. “Unkind, to Madomiselle Bridgette. At every opportunity. Sometimes I do not b
When Victor enters Annabeth Prath’s home, there’s a small stir at the door. The Prath family is influential, but their power comes largely from their long lineage and political connections. Victor banks on this when he walks in. He knows their meager Beta force has no real way to stop him. The Pra
Still, she can’t ignore what she knows, the evidence that she saw. Unthinking, her hand goes to her own stomach, where her own very-desired little baby is growing. “And what about,” she says, watching him carefully, “Angelina Van Horton.” He shakes his head slowly at her, letting her see his hones
“Amelia,” Victor growls, still angry by the revelation of her deceit. She, however, is unphased. Or at least, she acts like it. “Victor!” she says, taking four happy steps forward, closing the distance between them and placing a kiss on his cheek. Around him, Victor hears the crowd hush, all eyes
“Who wrote this trash,” Victor murmurs, tossing it away from him. “Honestly, it’s just lies.” “Lies, is it?” Evelyn asks, taking the seat next to him and looking at him closely. “Did you not see her last night?” “For a moment,” he says, looking her directly in the eye. “She was walking in while I
He snaps his gaze back to her, confused. “What?” “You want to announce an engagement? To the press? What engagement? Our engagement!?” He looks over her, confusion adding to his panic. “What’s wrong with that?” “Victor!” she yells, standing up in a rush, smacking the table with her hand. The boys
Delia: Send a CAR?! What are you, rich now? Evelyn: Haha, no, borrowed car service. Seriously, just give me your address, I’ll send it over. It can take you home later when we’re done. Delia promptly sends her address and Evelyn quickly texts the Beta dispatch, who confirm that a car is on the way
Evelyn laughs a little at that, taking a bite of cheese and sipping from her glass. “Well, I hope so,” Evelyn says. “But we’re so happy right now, I just don’t want anything to come forward that…bursts our little bubble.” Delia nods, understanding. She stays quiet, letting Evelyn continue. “I mean
“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