LOGIN“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
I stare down at Victor at my feet and then, wild, uncomprehending, I look up into the room beyond him.There, at the door – An absolute nightmare come true. I blink, unbelieving – it can’t be possible – But then the nightmare speaks, my own name on its lips. “Evelyn,” Joyce says, smirking as he s
“Be quiet,” he hisses, not looking at her. “John,” she says, insistent – truly disobedient for the first time in their marriage, perhaps the first time in her life.“God damnit,” he says, and for a moment – just a moment – when he spins to glare at her, he is distracted enough for the gun to drift
I gasp as I hear someone scream and can’t help but spin to look – to see what the hell is going on – There, on the floor – Brent, his leg twisted unnaturally behind him, still raising his gun and working to aim when a Beta – I scramble backwards on the couch, pushing my boys behind me, doing every
The Beta’s eyes flick to the eight men standing at my father’s table – strong, uninjured men, amongst the best-trained in the ranks. My father turns to them as well and growls, looking down at the table for a moment while he considers his options. “Fine,” he says, finally agreeing. “Go – all of you







