Alvin gasps as Victor slows the car down, pulling up to their destination. “I know where we are!” he cries, pressing his hands eagerly to the car door and bringing his face close to the window. “You do?” Victor asks, frowning at his son in the rear view mirror. “Yeah!” Alvin replies, nodding eager
“You too,” Victor says fondly, meaning it. Working with the Betas hadn’t been the same since Edgar left. Victor looks hesitatingly at Alvin for a second, but Mark steps in. “The tyke can stay with me,” Mark says fondly, ruffling the kid’s hair, “if that’s helpful.” “Really?” Victor asks, pleased a
Ian and I are sitting at the kitchen table that morning, going through some of the books that his tutor sent for he and Alvin to explore this upcoming week. “I hate these books,” Ian grumbles, pushing them away from him and frowning petulantly at the pile. “What?!” I cry, genuinely surprised. “Wha
I roll my eyes a little, smirking at him and turning my attention back to Bridgette. “So, did you two…decide anything?” “No,” she says, sighing and looking down at her coffee. “It’s just so…complicated. I mean, I want to be with him – I think…I think that I love him, but…” “But…” I prompt, eager.
Victor comes home late that night, looking exhausted. Alvin, however, is invigorated, running through the house shouting for Ian, eager to tell him all about his day. “Hello, you,” I murmur, as Victor comes over to my spot on the couch and leans down to give me a kiss. “Hello,” he replies after ou
“OH no!” Ian cries, throwing his hands up as well. Alvin dashes to his dad, taking the lapels of his suit in his hands and giving him a worried little sake. “Yes,” I say, gravely. “He has been poisoned with a sleepy potion, and he’s so tired, and he can’t possibly be urged to move.” I watch Victor
“You – you brought my son to visit my father in prison? Your prison? Which you didn’t tell me about?” My mouth hangs open in shock and horror. “Um,” Victor says, bashful. “Well, yes. That’s…the gist of it.” “Oh my god,” I breathe, putting a hand to my chest. Ian turns to me then, realizing that s
“Come on, Alpha,” I murmur, nudging him towards our bedroom. “Let’s get you to bed.” Victor nods and lets me steer him through the door and over to the bed, where he sits down. I pamper him a bit then, going to the closet and picking out a fresh pair of pajamas for him, murmuring sweet compliments