On Critical Race Theory Victor Ray Novels & Stories

“She agreed to sit. Those are different.” “Semantics,” Jace said. “Survival,” Aiden replied. There was a quiet scrape as someone—probably Aiden—shifted a chair. Rylan spoke again. “You heard Victor,” he said. “He’s not doing this because he suddenly found a conscience. He’s cornered. Cornered alphas bite.” “That’s why I need to be in the room,” Aiden said. “So when he bites, he doesn’t take a chunk out of her.”

The true Victor Racini. A monster.

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.