Before me, surrounded by what looks like a dozen empty pizza boxes and at least six drained bottles of whiskey, Rafe is dead asleep on his belly, spread across my living room rug. “Oh my god,” Alvin whispers eagerly, his hands pressed to his mouth. “Is he dead?”“No he’s not dead,” I scold, giving
“I thought you were dead, Victor,” Rafe insists, rolling onto his side to glare at his Alpha. “There was no word from you – that Beta reported that you ran out of food –““And so what,” Victor scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. I smile to see him do it, admiring the way it makes the muscles i
Victor is unfortunately wrapped in a towel, all finished by the time I get to the bedroom. I give him a pout and he chuckles at me. “Too slow,” he smirks. I move towards him, holding out my arms, but he dodges away from me. “No!” he cries out. “You’re still all forest-y – I just got clean –““Rude!
I kept busy as well, contacting the boys’ tutor to get them restarted with their lessons, calling my mother and Emma and Delia to let them know I’m safe. I also contacted Bridgette, but didn’t hear back from her. I gnaw my bottom lip, worried, as I think about Bridgette now, even though I’m wrapped
“Wait, Evelyn,” he stutters. “Why? You worked so hard –““I know,” I confirm, nodding. “And you’ve done so many great things in your work as a therapist –““It’s true,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “I did manage to use my therapy practice to break up Victor Kensington and Amelia Jones, which I think
“Evelyn,” Victor replies, pulling me close against him so I feel his words resounding in his chest as well as hear them. “If that’s what you want, then I think that’s amazing. And I’ll support you in every step. I just…”“What,” I ask, pushing away from him a little so I can see his face again. “Wha
Victor wakes the next morning before dawn even has a chance to light the sky, climbing carefully of bed to make sure he doesn’t wake the Luna sleeping next to him. He takes a minute to look at her once he stands up fully, to run his eyes over the shape of her full lips, to watch the way her chest fa
“So sneaky,” Ian says, flashing his dad a grin. “I love it.”Fifteen minutes later, Ian is strapped into the front seat of a Hummer, his dad driving quickly down the road as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Two Betas sit in the back, one looking sincerely disgruntled at having lost his covet
“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