All Chapters of Married to the Werewolf Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LORAI obviously make the worst decisions as a mom, which is saying a lot since I once let Alex have cake for breakfast because I was too exhausted to argue.It's Friday, 6 PM, and here I am in the living room, watching Erin give Alex's overnight bag a thorough inspection. While all I could think about was running far away from this mess, I found myself.He can't sleep without his stuffed elephant, I tell Erin, voice sharper than razor. And if he has a bad dream, you have to—Lora, Erin muttered, sounding calm but firm. I got this.Do you, though? My tongue caught on the word, cause he looks like he's heading to a board meeting and not a weekend with a three-year-old who thinks veggies are evil and the bathroom floor has teeth.Alex is bouncing between us, clueless about my anxiety attack. He's got his little dino backpack, and he's blabbing about showing Daddy his toys.Mommy, you look sad, Alex says, his eyes—those golden eyes he got from his dad—staring at me. Seeing too much than

ERINMonday – The OfficeThe co-parenting meeting starts like a ceasefire full of held knives and a tough attitude to go with it. Lora’s fifteen minutes late and I’m sure it's not by accident. Lora doesn’t do late. Always punctual, attentive and active…she doesn't leave any loopholes.When she eventually arrived, her entrance was deliberate. She walks in like the room belongs to her: high shoulders, jeans looking too sharp to be casual, a blazer that says “I’m professional” but looks ready for a court appearance or a bar fight. Probably both. Well I don’t give a f*ck.She doesn’t take the seat across from me, she sluntared to the other one further from me and sits stiffly making it clear she’s got something on her mind. Without wasting time on plaisanteries I skip the hello.“Security detail starts today,” I say.She blinks once and scrunched her tiny nose, lift one of her perfect brows before muttering;“Good morning to you too.” Then, sharper: “No.”“It’s not up for negotiation.”Sh

LORA “Sorry for the delay,” Dr. Martinez says, his voice calm and reassuring, the kind that makes you relax without realizing it. "Pediatric emergencies don't exactly follow schedules." "No problem," I reply, realizing I'm staring a little too hard at the way his dark curls fall slightly over his forehead. “Get it together, Lora.” I whispered. Alex bounces ahead of us toward the examination room, chattering about his block tower while Dr. Martinez listens with genuine interest. Not the fake adult attention most people give kids, but actual attention that surprises me. "Those blocks are tricky," Dr. Martinez tells Alex seriously. "I used to try building that exact tower when I was your age," he tells him with a small smile. "It always collapsed on me." Alex nods seriously, like he’s about to share top-secret information.“You gotta make the bottom super wide—that’s the trick.” "Like a pyramid but sideways." "A pyramid but sideways," Dr. Martinez repeats, nodding seriously.

LORAThe call from Alex's daycare was totally unexpected. When I got there, it was like walking into a crazy movie scene.Okay, maybe that's a bit much, but with all the adults running around the playground looking confused and worried, something was up.I see Alex in the director's office, dangling his legs on an oversized chair. He didn't even seem to care about the mess he made.Mommy! He jumps at me as soon as I walk in. I didn't mean to!"Didn't mean to what, baby?" I ask, but I'm looking at Director Walsh, who looks like she's been through some kind of trauma."Ms. Blake," she says carefully, "Alex had what we're calling an... unusual reaction to stress today."My stomach dips. "What kind of reaction?""Well, Tommy Peterson was being mean to Sarah Martinez during block time, and Alex got very upset about it...""Okay..." I say slowly, because getting upset about bullying seems pretty normal for Alex.And then he… growled, or so it seemed?Oh crap.Kids make noises when they're m

VIVIENNEI'm sitting in my penthouse, staring at my phone like it personally offended me, which honestly? It kind of has. Because every single notification for the past two weeks has been about HER.Lora fucking Blake.I don't even know her last name until Patricia let it slip during one of our "accidental" encounters at Marrock Industries. And now I can't stop myself from googling her, which is pathetic even for me, but here we are.She's... ordinary. That's what kills me the most. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height, probably shops at Target for christ's sake. There's nothing special about her except for the fact