We arrived at the mansion and went inside. Alex and Cassidy were waiting for us in the foyer. Their voices were welcoming, but their expressions were strained.When Alex and I embraced, he whispered, “Stay calm. Victor will understand.”I nodded and moved to greet Cassidy. “It’s good to see you home,” I told her.“It’s good to be home,” she responded.“Let’s go into the living room,” Alex said. “Benson, have all of the staff left yet?”“Only myself and the cook are on your property,” Benson replied. “She won’t leave the kitchen while making dinner, and I’ll stand guard outside the living room door.”“Excellent,” Alex said. “Come, Victor and Daisy, we have much to discuss with you.”Victor took my hand as we walked back the long hallway. “What is going on?” he whispered.“Wait for Alex to explain,” I said. “I don’t know nearly as much as he does.”“You can’t even give me a hint?” he said.I shook my head and put a finger to my lips. Victor would know soon enough.We filed into the livi
My heart was breaking. He still hadn’t come back. What if Victor couldn’t forgive me for not telling him about the passages? I couldn’t imagine my life without him.“Daisy, you didn’t lose Victor,” Diana said. “He and Adam went for a run to clear his head. Can’t you feel it? He’s on his way back, feeling much calmer.”“Thank you,” Diana,” I said. “You’re always there for me when I need you.”“And I always will be,” she assured me. “Ooh, I can feel Adam coming closer. They are almost here. Just be honest with Victor and help him through this trying time. Everything will be fine between the two of you.”I heard footsteps outside the door and knew Diana was right.Victor walked into the living room and straight to me. He pulled me to my feet and held me in his arms for a moment while kissing my forehead.“I understand why you didn’t tell me, sweetheart,” he said. “And keeping it from me was the right thing to do at the time. Stopping the faction is our first priority.”After a brief kiss
I knew who Victor meant before he said their name.“Will Findlay be able to stay safe while on this mission?” I asked. “He is married. Perhaps his husband won’t like it. I wouldn’t want you to be in danger like that.”Ever since getting to know him better, I found I like Findlay. I liked him well enough to be worried about his safety on such a dangerous mission.“Daisy, everybody is in danger until the faction is stopped,” Victor said. “I don’t want Findlay mingling with these murderers, but he is the most loyal employee I have. We’ve been together for years, and I trust him implicitly.”“Call him and ask him to come here,” Alex said. “Tell him it’s important, and you need to speak to him right away.”Victor sent Mickey Findlay a text message, and his loyal assistant was led by Benson into the living room fifteen minutes later.“Findlay, we need your help,” Victor said after his assistant sat beside me. “The Association is in danger of a hostile takeover.”“I’ve suspected this for wee
I almost panicked when Mrs. Park lost consciousness. But then I saw she was still breathing, and I laid my sweater over her.“Hang in there, Mrs. Park,” I said and gently stroked her dark hair. “Help is almost here.” She had to live. Her family needed her.I felt terrible that this poor Beta woman got hurt trying to help me expose the corruption in the admissions system. It was brave of her to meet me here with the documents.She was doing it for her son, but the information she gave me would help many non-Alphas in the future to get the education they deserved.The man who ran into the diner to tell us a woman had been struck by a car approached me.“Is she alive?” he asked. “I can’t believe that driver just hit her and took off like that.”He was still shaking and freaked out from seeing the car hit Mrs. Park. He needed to be calm enough to tell the police what happened. I had to help him calm down and think clearly.“Yes, she is,” I said. “And the ambulance is almost here to take h
“Have you met Shane Ross before this?” Victor asked on our way to the restaurant.“No, but I’ve read all his articles,” I replied. “My Ethics professor arranged for me to meet him tonight. Have you met him?”I was puzzled by Victor’s odd behavior ever since I told him who I was meeting.At first, I thought he was excited to meet Shane, but I sensed he was feeling apprehensive with a tinge of jealousy.But why?“I was introduced to him at Moonglow,” Victor replied. “It was right after his first article on slumlords came out.”“I remember that article,” I said. “Amy brought a copy of it to school.”“That article forced Alex to create new laws for landlords,” Victor told me.“Good. New laws were long overdue,” I argued. “All tenants should have basic necessities like heat and plumbing in rental properties.”“But then the landlords raised the rents,” Victor reminded me.“And Shane wrote another article that inspired Alex to start a rent supplementation program,” I said. “Shane is doing wh
Victor was quiet when we got into his car and began the drive back to his apartment.I could still sense his anxiety and jealousy and understood why he felt this way. But I was determined to work with Shane on the story, so we needed to talk about it.“You don’t want me doing the story with Shane,” I said, breaking the silence in the car.“Does it matter if I don’t?” he asked.“You always matter to me,” I replied. “But I don’t know why you don’t trust me.”“I didn’t say I don’t trust you,” he insisted.“I can feel your jealousy,” I said. “We can’t hide our feelings from each other.”“Maybe I am a little jealous,” Victor admitted. “You are a special and beautiful woman. So, of course, I am uneasy with you working closely with an attractive, charming man like Shane.”“You are attractive and charming,” I reminded him. “Like most women, I think you are the hottest man alive, and I love you. We are fated mates. I want to marry you after I graduate and have your children.”“I know deep dow
I contemplated texting Findlay to ask him to meet me somewhere, but I decided to go to The Association to lure him out in case the faction could intercept his messages.After Amy agreed to help me, I picked her up at the manor, and we drove to The Association Complex and parked in a lot near the front of the main entrance.At the door, I saw Rodney Wells, the head of the complex security, speaking with another security guard.“Just go with whatever I say,” I told Amy. “Although this guy gives me bad vibes, I’m going to ask him for help. I don’t want to seem like I suspect anything.”“Don’t worry,” Amy said. “I’ll follow your lead.”I took a deep breath, and we walked over to the security guards.“Hi,” I said with a faux giggle. “Rodney, right?”He tapped his name tag.“Oh, yeah.” I giggled again. “I was hoping you could help us. I need to talk to Victor’s personal assistant, Findlay, without Victor knowing about it.”Rodney’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” The suspicious vibes he was giving of
Findlay tried to call his husband again with the same result. “Daisy, we need to go back right away.”“Amy, I don’t think you should go with us,” I said. “I don’t know what’s going on at The Association, and it might be safer for you to stay here.”“Sure. I’ll visit with Dad and have Justin pick me up.” Amy jumped out of the car. “Hey, Why don’t you take Dad’s pickup back to The Association? It might be better if the faction doesn't see you coming.”“What do you think?” I asked Findlay.Findlay nodded. “If the faction knows I am a spy, it would help if they didn’t know I was returning for Tony.”“The keys are under the floor mat,” Amy said. “Good luck, Findlay. I hope Tony is okay.”“Thanks, Amy,” Findlay replied as he jumped into the passenger seat of Elliot Gray’s old pickup. He was shaking with fear for his mate. “Please hurry, Daisy.”The truck started easily, and the controls were similar to my car. And it was kind of fun to be behind the wheel of something so high from the groun
I woke to the enticing scent of dark roast coffee. I stretched and realized I had slept more than I thought I would that previous night. The smell of coffee grew stronger, and I felt steam on my nose.Opening my eyes, I saw Amy standing over me, waving a mug under my nose. “Wakey wakey,” she crooned. “It’s your wedding day. Victor expects to see you at the chapel in two hours.”I reached for the mug and took a sip. The coffee was laced with dark chocolate almond milk and a touch of steamed heavy cream.“Mmm, thanks, Amy. It’s just the way I like it,” I said. “This is such a treat.” I stretched again and took another sip.“Enjoy it, but don’t dawdle in bed,” Amy put her makeup bag on the nightstand. “You need to get in the shower and wash your hair. Anna will be here to help us soon.”After waiting for this day to come for so long, I was both ecstatic and a little nervous that something would go wrong.“Is it really going to happen?” I asked my best friend. “Am I really going to be his
Kayla kept her word. The estate that we named Juniper Acres because of the dozens of Juniper trees on the grounds became ours a few days after my talk with her.I liked the small trees. They had a pleasant, fresh, and woodsy scent, and the blue/ green berries were pretty and had many uses.Besides making arrangements for our wedding, Victor and I spent the last three weeks getting our mansion ready for us to move in. It was a labor of love, knowing it was all ours.We painted some of the rooms in different colors that we preferred. I especially liked the shade of yellow that we painted our breakfast room.Like Alex’s mansion, our breakfast room had many windows facing east for plenty of natural sunlight. We would enjoy our mornings together, enjoying our first cup of coffee in the room.The living room now had comfy, overstuffed furniture in light blue and walnut. The carpets and drapes were neutral colors that set off the polished wooden floors.It was an inviting room. I looked forw
Victor called the realtor while I stood beside him with my fingers crossed. There had to be a way to fix the snag, whatever it was. The estate was perfect for us. We couldn’t lose it.I heard the realtor’s voice when she answered his call. “Victor, I’m sorry for giving you bad news.”“What’s the problem?” Victor asked. His voice was calm, but I saw the tension on his face.“The current owners of the Juniper Lane estate are two granddaughters of previous deceased owners. One of the young women refuses to sell to Miss Wilson.”Puzzled, Victor and I looked at each other.“Why?” Victor asked.“She claims Miss Wilson did something to cause her problems in the past,” the realtor responded. “I can’t change her mind. She refuses to sign the papers to finalize the sale.“Does she know the size of the offer we made?” Victor asked as I searched my memory for the identity of the granddaughter.But I couldn’t think of who I had angered that much. I shrugged at Victor and did a palms up.“Who is sh
“I’m sorry,” I said and knelt down to pick up the pieces of broken glass.“That’s alright, Miss Wilson,” Benson said. “Thomas will take care of the mess.” He motioned to a footman. “Let me get you another glass of tea.”“Are you okay, Daisy?” Cassidy asked. “We shouldn’t have shocked you with the news in front of guests.”I shook my head and tried to smile. “No, I’m fine. I was just surprised. Congratulations. I’m happy for both of you.” But was I? I had been an only child since Alex found me.Even though I knew Alex would continue to love me, my only experience with having a sibling wasn’t a positive one. Andrea enjoyed making my life miserable.So, I wasn’t sure how I felt about having a half-sister or brother. However, I was sure Alex and Cassidy wouldn’t treat me like the Smiths, and I’m optimistic the baby wouldn’t be like Andrea.But what would change in my life?“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Alex asked. He looked concerned, and even though I had been shocked, I didn’t want to spo
Victor’s POVDaisy was terrified. I could tell she was afraid her stutter would return. If she was scared enough, it could happen. She needed my love and support.I stepped forward to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, “No matter what, I love you. But you can do this. I’m right here with you. Pick one person in the crowd and talk to them.”Daisy gave me a weak smile, and I saw her take a deep, trembling breath. She looked out at the crowd of strange faces, and I knew the instant she saw someone she recognized.It was Amy, standing with Justin, William, and Penny among the sea of reporters. They must have heard about the press conference and come to support us. They were true friends.I sensed Daisy was relaxing, and she began to speak.“When I was seventeen, I worked in a restaurant owned by my best friend’s father. While waiting on customers and bussing tables, I dreamed of going to college and getting my law degree.“I wanted to use that degree to help the werewolf classes who
Victor and I freshened up while trying to think about what we wanted to say. Then we went back downstairs and watched the reporters and news anchors arrive outside the mansion.“There are so many,” I said. “I’ve never seen this many reporters at once before.”“They are coming from other cities to be here,” Shane said. “Your and Victor’s vision for the future is big news. There are rumors that Victor is going to quit the leadership, and you’re moving away from Denhurst.”Findlay snorted. “I heard that rumor, along with several crazier ones. I think the people need to be reassured of your good intentions for everyone.”“I can understand that,” Victor said. “How about you, Daisy?”All I could do was nod. I understood, but I was growing nervous about going out there in front of such a large crowd of reporters and photographers. There were so many. It was like a sea of people forming over the vast front lawn.My hands began to tremble when the estate staff began moving the temporary stage
I cried all the way back to the mansion. Amy remained silent, patting my arm occasionally and handing me tissues when I needed them.She pulled into the driveway and to the front entrance before she spoke.“It looks like Alex has company,” she said. “Who’s limos are they?”I punched the seat. “That one is Lana’s, and the one pulling in next to us is Lily James’s. The nerve of that pushy woman. She followed us!”“But look, Daisy,” Amy pointed toward the front doors. “Victor is here.”I wiped my eyes and saw Victor coming toward me. He opened the car door and took me into his arms.“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Gisele called and told me what happened. So I had Findlay call everyone here for a quick meeting to set them all straight.”I stopped crying and nodded even though I wasn’t sure it would help.“This nonsense will stop now,” Victor took my hand and helped me from the car.We waited for Amy to put the baby in the stroller before going inside.I looked around the foyer, unab
Victor’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. Then he shook off his surprise.“Are you serious?” he asked.“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” I replied.Why did Victor look so shocked? During the few times we had spoken about kids, he said he wanted a family.Tears stung my eyes, and I turned away from him. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up.”Victor gently turned me around. “I know you’ve been upset since Amy had the baby, but I didn’t know it was because you want one too.”“When I first held Brendre, I felt such a rush of love that it was all I could think about for days,” I explained. “I never thought much of babies before. I think it's because my adoptive parents rejected me when they had their own baby.”“That makes sense.” Victor took my hand and started walking down the beach again. “Anyone would feel that way.”“Holding Amy’s baby made me realize I very much want to be a mother,” I said. “And I don’t want to wait a long time to start our family.”“What a
Daisy’s POVI couldn't believe Victor was leaving. Couldn’t he stay with me at the beach house for just one day?An emptiness in the pit of my stomach started when he turned to leave. It grew after he went out the door. Through our bond, I felt his painful, churning emotions and wondered if he was finished with me.I couldn’t lose him! I’d return to Denhurst this minute and marry him in any ceremony his mother wanted. The only thing that really mattered about my wedding was Victor must be the groom.I had to stop him from leaving. I needed to know what was on his mind and in his heart.Running out the door after him, I saw him climb into his car and start the engine.“No!” I cried as I jumped in front of the Lamborghini. “Don’t leave me, Victor. I love you!”The Lamborghini’s engine stopped, and Victor leaped out of the driver’s seat. He hurried to my side.“Why won’t you stay with me?” I asked.“I thought you wanted to be here alone,” Victor replied. His body was trembling with emoti