Chapter 3


    #Chapter 3 – Out of Control


    “Come on,” I say, pulling Victor away to a dark corner alcove. “Let’s dance.”


    Inside, I stand close to Victor and begin to sway my hips to the music that the DJ just stared ying. I


    looking up into Victor’s face, breathing him in, relishing his smell, like winter air and pine.


    Starting to feel the music, I shake my head so that my hair cascades across my bare shoulders, but


    Victor takes my chin in his palm and makes me look up at him. “What’s your name,” he asks.


    “Evelyn Walsh,” I smile and then turn, pressing my back to his body, letting him feel me. Victor breathes


    out, a sharp breath, and then I feel him start to move with me. He runs a hand down my side, the other


    wrapping around my stomach, pressing me closer.


    As we dance, I feel that new thing rising within me, the wolf that’s never before had a reason to raise its


    head. But now I feel it racing, a wild thing finally freed. Iugh and reach my arms up, wrapping them


    around Victor’s neck.


    Victor turns my face and ims my mouth, as I wanted him to, unable to resist. He kisses me hard, his


    breathing heavy against my lips. “f**k,” he says, breaking away. “I can’t do this.”


    “No, it’s okay,” I say, closing the distance between us. “I want this. It can just be one night.”


    “One night,” he growls, clenching his teeth as I run my hand down his stomach, lower, as I saw my


    sister do earlier tonight. He grabs me by that hand and gives me a warning look as I smirk, knowing


    I’ve won.


    “Let’s go,” he says, tugging me towards the entrance, “and be discreet.”


    Victor takes me back to his room, checking around every corner to make sure we aren’t be seen. As


    soon as the door shuts, he is on me, running his hands across my body, down my back, grabbing my


    ass.


    I give into the impulses that im my mind, telling me to get closer, to touch more. I hastily pull my


    dress up over my head, tossing it to the ground and stepping forward.


    But Victor steps back, away from me, and for a moment I hesitate. Then I see his eyes, hungry,


    devouring me as I stand before him naked except, again, for my thong and high heels. “God, Evelyn,”


    he says, his voice a low growl.


    “Evie,” I whisper, a little breathless. “Call me Evie.”


    Then, there’s no stopping us. Wee together, Victor lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him,


    kissing him, running my hands through his hair. He carries me over to the floor-to-ceiling window and


    presses me against it – I gasp as the cold ss touches my skin.


    I slip down against the window until I’m lower and I can Victor against me, his hard c**k pulsing. I pull


    his shirt over his head. “How do you like it?”


    “Um,” I say, biting my lip, suddenly shy. “I don’t…I don’t know.”


    “Then I’ll show you,” he says, lowering me to the floor. I run my hands down his rippling abs and then


    slide his shorts off his body.


    “Fine,” I say taking in the sight of his full, magnificent body – his d**k hard and thick. I can feel myself


    growing slick, ready.


    Victor turns me around, pressing himself hard against my ass. Then he puts a hand between my


    shoulder des and presses gently. “Hands against the window,” he says. Iply.


    Victor slides my panties off and moves his foot between my heels, tapping against the inside of my


    shoes to demand, wordlessly, that I spread my legs. I do. I feel him slowly run his hand up the inside of


    my thigh, higher, higher, until –


    I inhale sharply, feeling him slowly trail a finger across my wetness, toying with me. I moan as he adds


    another finger, slipping inside me, and then dipping lower to touch me at my crest.


    I moan louder now, my knees going weak. Victor pulls his hand away. “More,” I moan, and the next


    thing I feel is something harder, thicker, pushing against my s*x.


    “f**k, Evie,” he says, pressing into me, “f**k it, I can’t wait.”


    ……


    An hourter, “God,” I say, after a few minutes have passed. “If I knew it felt like that…I’d have been


    doing this a long time ago.”


    Victor cups my ass andughs softly. “Well get ready,” he says. “You’re about to do it again.”


    In the morning, I wake tangled in the sheets. I blink the sleep away and sit up, looking around. “Victor?”


    There’s no answer. I move to get out of the bed and hear the crumple of a paper. Turning over, I pick it


    up.


    STAY HERE, EVELYN.


    I’LL STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT.


    DON’T LEAVE THE ROOM.


    My stomach drops and, on instinct, I reach for my phone before realizing – duh, of course – it’s not


    there. Frantically, I grab the remote and turn on the TV to the local news. Has there been some kind of


    disaster?


    Then I drop the remote, horrified, suddenly, to be confronted with pictures myself – my face  – sshed


    across the screen.


    “These photos were taken justst night,” says the journalist voiceover, “of soon-to-be Alpha Victor


    Kensington cavorting with an unknown floozie. Citizens are outraged, as this goes directly against


    Kensington’s well-known stance on family values.”


    I gasp as more pictures scroll across the screen. Pictures of me, pictures of me and Victor, pictures of


    me and Victor dancing in what I thought was our secret alcove – walking down the hall…disappearing


    into this room.


    And – oh my God – pictures of us in this room, taken from outside the window – oh my god the window


    –


    My hands pressed up against the ss, with Victor behind me –


    I throw the remote across the room and pull the nkets over my head, sick at what I’ve seen. The


    f*****g paparazzi – I should have known. Of course, I’ve never had a reason to even think about them


    before –my father has kept me safe at home, no one cares about what I do.


    The sound changes on tv and I peek out from beneath my nket. There’s a podium set up on a stage


    now with reporters gathered before it. A blue box at the top of the screen reads “LIVE.” As I watch, a


    figure walks onto stage – a too familiar figure: green-eyed, well-muscled, a gaze that could stop a


    freight train. Victor.


    I cover my mouth with my hand and lean forward, rapt.


    “Ladies and gentlemen of the press,” he starts, shing everyone his trademark smile. “Thank you for


    attending this early-morning press conference which I have called to stave off the rumors.”


    Lightbulbs start to sh in the crowd. “As I know many of you are aware,” he begins to smirk, “some


    rather…racy photographs were releasedst night, without my permission.


    “I want to begin by putting to rest the rumors that this was an illicit affair. As your future Alpha leader, I


    take my actions very seriously. While I wished to keep our new rtionship personal for awhile, the


    press has forced my hand.” He res at them.


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    “The woman in the photos is not just a one-night-stand, but instead my new girlfriend – Alpha-born


    Evelyn Walsh, daughter of John Walsh, our nation’s Director of the Interior.”


    The reporters go mad, shouting out questions. Victor begins to respond, but suddenly a snarl rips out


    from the back of the room.


    The primary television camera pivots and turns its own attention to the wolf at the back of the hall,


    standing with his feet apart, his teeth bared, ready to kill. A shriek ws its way from my throat. Joyce.


    “Bullshit,” he growls, his chest heaving, his ws beginning to emerge from his fingertips. “Evelyn


    Walsh is my WIFE!” Joyce charges into the crowd, heading straight for Victor. The reporters scream


    and scatter and then – the feed cuts out tomercial.


    I pant and stare at the screen, unbelieving. I wanted revenge, yes, but this has spun out of control.


    Everything fell apart after that. I can’t say I regret ruining Joyce’s life, but Victor’s…I never meant for


    that to happen. His reputation was ruined after the press discovered that he lied at a live press


    conference and slept with another Alpha’s wife.


    Joyce sued me for infidelity and had me marked as rogue. I was expelled from the pack.


    After two months of scraping by on my own, I got an even bigger surprise in the form of a positive


    pregnancy test taken in the bathroom of a gas station.


    That’s where the world turned for me. I decided my child wasn’t going to suffer for my mistakes. I


    applied to a smaller, more progressive pack and enrolled in graduate school. It wasn’t easy at the start,


    trying to raise twin boys and study on the side, but I was determined.


    Six yearster, I see the events of that night as a blessing. I am now a counselor who helps people


    every day make their rtionships stronger. And best of all, I have Ian and Alvin – my twin boys, my


    stars, my lights in the darkness.


    Little did I know, my past was just about to return and put it all in jeopardy.