Chapter 240


    #Chapter 240 – Off to Jail


    Victor wakes the next morning before dawn even has a chance to light the sky, climbing carefully of


    bed to make sure he doesn’t wake the Luna sleeping next to him. He takes a minute to look at her once


    he stands up fully, to run his eyes over the shape of her full lips, to watch the way her chest falls and


    rises with her breath.


    He has to stop himself from reaching out to brush that curl of hair off her face. God damn it but she’s


    beautiful. He’s been attracted to her since the moment heid eyes on her in that ball room – of course


    he was, how could he help himself – but ever since that night in the forest, when they’d realized what


    they are to each other and agreed, finally, to put everything aside and build their lives together with


    whole hearts…


    Well, it didn’t seem like he could keep his hands off her.


    If it were up to him, he’d wake her up right now and spend this whole day in bed with her, starting by


    sliding a hand under the lower hem of those silky little pajama shorts –


    Victor grits his teeth, covering his eyes with his hand and sighing.


    Nope. If he starts now, he’ll never leave the house. And he has a great deal to do today.


    Victor pads to the closet instead of climbing back in bed, as he truly wants to. There, he pulls on a pair


    of ck cks and buttons on a crisp white shirt, donning his Alpha uniform and getting back into the


    role he knows so well.


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    As he buckles his belt and looks at his shoe selection, he considers the past few days and weeks with


    Evelyn, especially the time in the forest when he’d abandoned all of these Alpha rituals. Instead of


    wearing polished shoes and watches worth as much as some middle-ss homes, he’d worn the same


    clothes for days in a row and let his beard grow into a rough stubble.


    He’d abandoned his cool Alpha control and let his mind wander a bit, had let himself joke andugh


    with his mate. Joke, he thinks, considering it as he grabs a tie off the shelf and slings it over his arm


    along with the suit jacket that matches his pants. When’s thest time he’d done that, before Evelyn


    came back into his life?


    Honestly, he’d never thought he was very funny, but the way he makes herugh…


    Victor’s lips turn up in a little smile as he leaves the closet, ncing at his mate’s sleeping form on the


    bed as he heads towards the door.


    The best thing that ever happened to him, that’s what she is. And he’s never, ever again going to let


    her doubt that he knows it. Not for another moment in her life.


    Quietly, Victor pulls open the door and tiptoes out to the other side, tugging it closed behind him, very


    careful not to make any noise.


    “Dad, are we being sneaky?”


    Victor jumps about four feet in the air when he hears that whisper, spinning and gasping when he


    comes down to see Ian standing in the hall. Ian gives him a wide, naughty grin, pleased to have made


    him jump.


    “Damn it, Ian,” Victor mutters, pressing a hand to his heart. “You scared the hell out of me –“


    “You should be more vignt!” Ian deres, pointing a finger at him. “You’re the Alpha, after all.”


    “Well,” Victor concedes, standing up straight as his heart rate returns to normal. “I didn’t think I’d have


    to be so vignt in my own house, is all. Even Alphas have to rx sometime.” He considers his son


    carefully. “What are you doing up, anyway? It’s very early.”


    Ian just shrugs, holding up a gran bar he has clutched in his hand. “Got hungry. Got a snack. I’m


    growing, after all. What are you doing up?”


    “I have to go to work,” Victor exins, looking past Ian towards the stairs.


    “Can Ie!?” Ian gasps, his face breaking into a huge smile.


    Victor pauses a moment and then nods once, moving forward towards his son. “Fine,” he murmurs,


    putting a hand on Ian’s back and directing him towards the stairs. “It’s not like you have school today –


    and one less twin will let your mom concentrate on whatever it is she’s doing.”


    “Yesssss!” Ian hisses, careful to keep quiet, perhaps not wanting Alvin to wake up and join them on


    their special outing. “This is going to be great.”


    “Hurry up,” Victor urges. “We have to write your mom a note before we go so she doesn’t freak out.”


    “So sneaky,” Ian says, shing his dad a grin. “I love it.”


    Fifteen minutester, Ian is strapped into the front seat of a Hummer, his dad driving quickly down the


    road as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Two Betas sit in the back, one looking sincerely


    disgruntled at having lost his coveted position riding shotgun to the Alpha.


    “Where are we going, dad?” Ian asks, looking happily up at his father. He doesn’t really care what the


    answer is – he’s just happy to be along for the ride.


    Victor hesitates, but then decides he might as well tell him. It’s not like he’s not going to figure it out.


    But…perhaps this was a mistake. “We’re going to jail,” Victor states calmly, keeping his eyes on the


    road.


    “Jail!?” Ian gasps, scandalized and thrilled at once. “Were we bad? Will they lock us up? In chains?!”


    Victorughs a little, ncing at his son. “No, kid. This is my jail, the one where I keep my prisoners.”


    “Dad,” Ian says, his voice breathless. He reaches out a hand to brush his fingers against his father’s


    suit jacket reverently, honestly as exhrated as he’s ever been in his life. “We…we have a jail? And


    you didn’t tell me about it?” He lets out a little squeak of excitement and betrayal.


    “No, Ian,” Victor says, stern. “I have a jail. You have nothing.”


    Ian’s joy is not deterred by his father’s denial. He snaps his head eagerly back to the road, as if


    expecting the jail to appear any instant. “Who do we keep there!?” he asks. “Who are we going to go


    see?”


    “Well,” Victor hesitates, ncing again at his kid and the Betas in the back seat. “We’re going to visit


    your grandfather.”


    “Grandpa Henry?” Ian asks, curious.


    “No,” Victor replies evenly. “Grandpa John, your mom’s dad.”


    “Ohhhh,” Ian says, his eyes going wide. “That makes more sense. He was really bad.”


    “He was,” Victor agrees, his face serious. “I’ve been keeping him in a safe ce. But…now I’m going to


    talk to him. See if there’s any way we cane to an agreement so that he can leave and be a free


    man again.”


    “I don’t think you should let him out,” Ian says, crossing his arms and staring out at the road. “I think he


    should live there. Forever.”


    “Really?” Victor asks, his mouth quirking up at the corner. “No lenience from Alpha Ian? Just all hard


    justice for you?”


    “Yes,” Ian replies, narrowing his eyes. “He should stay in jail forever. And we can put crabs in his cell to


    snap at him.”


    Victor works hard to hold back hisugh and sees that the Betas in the back seat are doing the same.


    “Well,” he replies seriously. “That’s a good idea, son. But I think the Geneva Convention prohibits such


    things, and it’s important that we follow the rules of war.”


    Ian c***s his head curiously, turning to look at his dad. “What’s the Geneba – the Genniva –


    Convensh…”


    “Geneva Convention,” Victor says slowly, letting Ian hear all the sybles. “And some might think that


    kindergarten is too early to be learning about it –“


    “I’m almost in first grade!” Ian protests, to which Victor nods seriously.


    “Nevertheless,” he continues, “after today, you’ll probably be ready to hear about it. We’ll have a word


    with your tutors, get you started.”


    Ian opens his mouth to ask more questions but Victor puts a finger to his lips, nodding towards the road


    as he slows the car and pulls up to a set of imperious gates. Ian had thought they were going to the


    Beta camp, but this ce is totally new – somece they haven’t been before.


    “Best behavior, kid,” Victor says seriously as he rolls down his window to speak into the monitor at the


    gate. “You got it?”


    “I got it,” Ian nods, meaning every word. But as his dad talks to the guards who answer the inte,


    Ian presses his hands together and hopes desperately that he can live up to that promise. Because


    he’s just so excited that he doesn’t know what he’ll do next.


    There isn’t much time to think on it though. Because a secondter the gates open, and Victor pulls the


    car through.


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