Chapter 105
#Chapter 105 – Amelia’s Return
Victor began the work of incorporating Rogue wolves into his Beta forces immediately. The next
morning, he received a call from Edgar letting him know that there were dozens of Rogues lined up
outside the doors of his training barracks. Word traveled fast, and they were eager for the opportunity
to prove themselves.
Excited by the news, Victor headed out from his home early and spent the day at his military
encampment, speaking to his head Betas to see what they thought the best methods were for testing
and incorporation. They spent hoursing up with a n.
Only the best and most suitable Rogues would be epted into military positions. Others, likewise
worthy but perhaps less physically capable or inclined, could still find useful positions. Those with truly
objectionable histories would be declined, but they agreed that everyone would be interviewed.
“You’re doing a good thing here,” Edgar had said to Victor, a little choked up. Victor had put a hand on
his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Edgar himself had never been Rogue, but had had some rough
teenage years. A little longer, and he could have found himself in that position, but Victor had found him
before he could fall through the cracks.
“I’d like you to take lead on this,” Victor had said, studying him closely. Edgar had nodded, pleased at
the idea, and gone straight to work. Victor had watched him go, proud to have honored him with a
program about which he was clearly passionate. He didn’t let himself consider that this also meant that
Edgar would have less time to hang around at Evelyn’s house.
Edgar was going to be very, very busy.
That night, Victores home tired. However, it’s the good kind of tired whiches from knowing
that good work has been done. As he walks in the door he takes of his suit jacket, handing it to a
waiting Burton, and loosens his tie.
“Dinner in thirty minutes, sir?” Burton asks.
“That will be fine,” Victor murmurs, heading into the kitchen and pouring himself a ss of water.
As he drinks it, he sees motion out by the pool and leans towards the window to get a further look.
Liking what he sees, he smirks and heads out back.
“What are you all doing out here?” he asks, sipping his water and walking up to the two lounge chairs
his mother and Evelyn are sitting on, next to the pool. He stares into the pool, shaking his head. “And
you two are actually swimming?”
It’s not as cold as it was before, but it’s stillte December. The two boys are sshing around in the
pool in their summer swim trunks, both wearing goggles.
“One of the gardeners made a mistake,” Evelyn exins, “and turned up the heat on the pool to eighty-
eight degrees.” Victor gapes at this news and looks to see, indeed, that a smallyer of steam is rising
from the water, disappearing into the cold air above it.
“It’s like swimming in soup, papa!” Alvin says,ughing and sshing.
“We can never get out though,” Ian says, keeping his whole body in the water except for his face, which
he floats at the top. “When we get out we feel like popsicles.”
His grandmotherughs and shrugs. “They turned the temperature back down, and it’s going to cost
you a fortune, Victor, but we figured they might as well take advantage of a winter dip while they could.”
He shakes his head,ughing. “Something I’d never thought I’d see – a pool day before New Year’s
Eve.”
The boys continue to tell him about the day and their adventures, his mother and Evelyn chiming in. At
this moment, Victor considers how nice of an afternoon it is, with everyone getting along and enjoying
themselves. He closes his eyes for a moment and tips his head back, catching thest rays of the
setting sun on his face.
Everything seems to be going just fine, right now.
“Hello, Victor.”
He feels his spine tighten at the sound of that familiar voice. He presses his eyes closed, hoping
against hope that he just imagined it. But the silence of his boys, his mother and Evelyn beside him, let
him know that they heard it to.
Slowly he turns to see Amelia standing, arms folded, on his back porch. Two Betas stand anxiously
behind her. “She insisted, sir,” one says. “We couldn’t stop her.”
“It’s fine,” Victor says, steeling himself and waving a hand to dismiss them. They nod and walk away.
“Hello, Amelia.”
“I want to talk.” Her voice his hard, letting him know it’s not a request.
“Fine,” he says, sighing as he takes steps towards the house.
“No. Here,” she says. “I want witnesses. And I have things to say to her as well.” Amelia narrows her
eyes at Evelyn, who freezes.
“Amelia,” Victor says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t really appropriate. Let’s go inside.”
“No!” She says, stomping her foot. “I will not be brushed away indoors, Victor, where I won’t be heard! I
am the Luna of this pack, I have rights!”
“Actually,” his mother’s voice rings out. Victor turns, surprised. “You were Victor’s mate and his Luna,
my dear, but never the Luna of the pack. Not without the wedding.” Her voice is gentle, perhaps too
much so. The phrase kill them with kindness slips into Victor’s mind at the sound of it.
Amelia’s mouth falls open, and then snaps shut. “It doesn’t matter. What happened was a
misunderstanding, you are my mate, Victor. It is our destiny to be together! I’m back now, to reim my
rightful spot.”
The two boys have hoisted themselves half out of the pool, their arms folded on the edge, their little
faces perched on top of their arms. They watch the whole thing like two eager little frogs.
Victor nces at them, wanting to save them from the spectacle, but Amelia won’t be moved. “Amelia, I
have rejected you not only as my wife, but as my mate. You no longer have that position. Our bond is
broken.”
Tears fill her eyes. It’s almost as if she hadn’t considered this as a possibility, though surely she must
have known. “You can’t do that to me, Victor. I love you!”
“You used to love me, Amelia,” Victor snaps, losing his temper a little in his embarrassment. “You may
love the me who you used to know, but I am a different man now. And the way you treated my children
at our wedding suggests to me that you are no longer the woman I loved. Or perhaps you never were.”
He shakes his head, just wanting this to be over. “Please, Amelia. I’ll give you whatever you want. I
don’t want you to suffer, I want an amicable break. I’ve arranged a generous dowry for you, in case
you’d like to marry again –“
She stomps her foot again, making him grind his teeth in frustration. “I don’t want another marriage – I
want to marry YOU –“
“AMELIA.” Victor’s voice is a roar now, a snarl ripping from his throat after he speaks the word. “This is
FINISHED. You will leave this house! Now!”
Her lip trembling, Amelia stares at him with hate in her eyes. “I’ll never forgive you for this,” she says,
hurt and shame in her voice. “I’m going to ruin your life, as you have done mine.”
Victor hangs his head, exhausted, wondering how it could have all gone so bad so fast.
“And you, you w***e,” his head snaps up as Amelia hurls her words at Evelyn. “Look at you, ying
little Luna bride, slipping into my ce so easily.” Her voice is mocking here and Evelyn shrinks back in
her seat. “Ever since you came here, every step you’ve taken has led to this.”
Amelia passes a re between Evelyn and Victor. “You may have stolen my man, but I swear it, if it’s
thest thing I’ll do, I’ll take everything you love. Just like you did to me.”
Evelyn covers her mouth with her hands, horrified by the threat, as Amelia storms from the porch. She
passes back through the house and they’re all so silent with shock that Victor hears the front door
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A long moment passes when nobody says anything. Then, Alvin’s tremulous whisper floats to Victor’s
ears.
“Mama,” he asks, ever-so carefully. “What’s a w***e?”