#Chapter 81 – Confrontation

Victor: Home in about an hour, do you want to have dinner?

Victor stares at the text on his phone. The messaging system lets him know that Amelia has read it, but not responded. He sighs, tucking his phone away in his pocket as his town car pulls into the club. For the past twenty-four hours Amelia has given him the silent treatment, but she hasn’t left.

Honestly, he doesn’t know what’s really going on.

The car rolls to a stop in his reserved parking spot and Victor sighs as he steps out, looking up at the sports club of which he is a member. He hardly eve comes here, but it’s convenient for events. For instance, his bachelor party will be held here tonight, and he’s come early to ensure that everything is in order according to his liking.

Bachelor party, he thinks, shaking his head as he walks through the front door. Am I even getting married? Yesterday I told her that she –

“Kensington.”

Victor stops dead at the voice. Not because it’s a sound he’s heard it all his life, but rather because it’s one whose words are seared in his memory. Victor turns and coldly meets the eyes of John Walsh, seated in a chair at the entrance. Waiting from him.

“We need to talk, Kensington.” Walsh says with perfect calm.

Victor’s lips raise in a snarl.

Ten minutes later, they’re seated together in a corner of the club’s Alpha-only bar, a room that is dark with leather and brass. A waiter looks anxiously between them while delivering the two glasses of whiskey that they ordered. Neither Victor nor Walsh touches their glass, staring at each other instead.

Victor had truly considered gutting Walsh the moment he saw him at the front of the club. Only three words had stopped him.

“Amelia called me,” John had said, a dirty smirk on his face.

halted Victor in his tracks. He wanted Walsh gone – out of his life, out of this world, frankly – but he had to know what Amelia had

little trick,” Walsh says, breaking the silence and leaning forward to clasp his tumbler of whiskey. He leans back in his leather chair,

or in his body. Instead, he

Walsh says, rankling Victor with his familiarity, “that we’re actually on the same

Victor remains steadily silent.

continues, casually spinning the whiskey in his glass, dismissing Amelia’s call with both his words and his

but lets Walsh continue. He

I said – you have to get that woman under control.” Walsh smirks at him here. “For an Alpha, you certainly do let

“I –“ Victor snaps.

These women, they can be difficult. Especially the high-spirited ones, which clearly seem to

here and again smirks at Victor, who forces himself to settle back into his chair. He’s ashamed of himself

every time you have a disagreement.

Victor speaks the words through clenched

create a better environment for those boys, for our mutual heirs. Quite frankly, I’m disturbed by your Amelia’s

whiskey. Walsh is right. As much as he hates it – the timing, especially, as well as the impetus – this is

best place for them is with you, in your private home. If you were truly unwilling to raise them by hand – and I believe that you

that the boys should tay with me, why surprise me with

says, leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees.

“Leave her

so that she can replace them with her own? Children which will surely be inferior to the ones that Evelyn

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