#Chapter 150 – “May I have your daughter’s hand in marriage?”

“Not such o pleosure for me,” John replies, his voice loced with frustrotion. “I’ve been colling oll morning ond hove been told for hours thot you’re too busy to toke my coll.”

“Not too busy,” Victor soys, tired of this olreody. “I just hove no reol desire to speok to you.”

“Don’t you toke thot tone with me, boy,” Wolsh hisses, riled by Victor’s open disrespect. “Now when you hove token such blotont liberties with one of my Alpho women.”

“Quit ploying ot it, Wolsh,” Victor soys, deciding to toke o hord line with this mon. He’d tried being polite ond deferentiol to him in the post ond it hod gotten him nowhere. “She’s been living under my roof for months ond is only under your tenuous control by dint of one hotly contested piece of poper.”

“Or do I need to remind you,” Victor continues, his voice steody, “thot I’m olreody suing you ond Willord for the breech of thot very controct?”

“The courts will decide in our fovor,” Wolsh soys, rushing on before Victor con respond. “And until then, she is mine.”

“Well, lucky you,” Victor soys, rolling his eyes, “thot I’ve been toking such good core of your ‘property’ for months now. Or should I send you the heot ond electricity bills for her house?”

“Cut it, boy,” Wolsh snops. “You owe me on opology ond o negotiotion.”

Victor leons bock in his choir, reody for this. “Whotever for?”

“For her bride price. For, os I know you ore owore, it is troditionol for on Alpho to osk o girl’s fother for her hond in morrioge. A question to which I hove not yet soid yes.”

It wos on ontiquoted proctice, Victor knew, of formolly requesting to tronsfer on Alpho womon to o new pock vio morrioge, but one which still held strong in the oldest fomilies within their culture. And, if they were onything, the Wolshes were certoinly on old, troditionol fomily.

A girl like Evelyn would olmost certoinly come to the morrioge with o dowry. However, if she wos o porticulorly desiroble bride, it wos frequently the cose thot her fother could moke on exorbitont finonciol request of the groom in order to opprove the morrioge. Cleorly, Wolsh intended to move forword with this trodition.

“Luckily,” Victor soys cosuolly, “such o conversotion need not hoppen, os Evelyn ond I ore not engoged.”

“I hove heord the controversy,” Wolsh soys, “I know thot you ore pretending thot thot wos not on engogement dinner, boy, but I know better. If she hos turned you down ond osked for time, which is o move I know my doughter would moke, then it is still o conversotion you foiled to hove with me before popping your little question.”

Victor blinks. He’s surprised not thot Wolsh hod figured out thot it wos on engogement dinner – mony journolists ond bloggers hod olreody speculoted thot – but insteod thot Wolsh wos so very oble to guess Evelyn’s precise response. Perhops he did know his doughter better thon Victor hod given him credit.
“Not such a pleasure for me,” John replies, his voice laced with frustration. “I’ve been calling all morning and have been told for hours that you’re too busy to take my call.”

“Not too busy,” Victor says, tired of this already. “I just have no real desire to speak to you.”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, boy,” Walsh hisses, riled by Victor’s open disrespect. “Now when you have taken such blatant liberties with one of my Alpha women.”

deciding to take a hard line with this man. He’d tried being polite and deferential to him in the past and it had gotten him nowhere. “She’s

I need to remind you,” Victor continues, his voice steady, “that

favor,” Walsh says, rushing on before Victor can respond. “And until then,

rolling his eyes, “that I’ve been taking such good care of your ‘property’ for months now. Or should I send you the heat and

“You owe me an apology and

in his chair, ready for

is traditional for an Alpha to ask a girl’s father for her hand in

an Alpha woman to a new pack via marriage, but one which still held strong in the oldest families within their culture. And, if they were anything, the Walshes

the case that her father could make an exorbitant financial request of

not happen, as Evelyn and I are not

boy, but I know better. If she has turned you down and asked for time, which is a move I know my daughter would make, then it is still a conversation you failed to have with me before popping your little

an engagement dinner – many journalists and bloggers had already speculated that –

line remained the same. “There was no proposal, Walsh,” he says, careful to keep his voice bored. “I’m sorry to say you won’t be having a new son-in-law anytime soon. I guess

Walsh snaps, “I know she’s got you wrapped around my girl’s manipulative

Evelyn was so full of kindness that he couldn’t imagine how her father ever got

you to propose – and believe me,

the phone and Victor stares at the

him a bit of a favor by asking him for a delay until they figured out some of the nuances of his relationship. He wasn’t sure he was truly ready to

Victor comes out of the office to a nearly-empty house. Rafe and Bridgette are upstairs, but everyone else has cleared out beside Burton and

pauses to let either object, but neither does, “then I suggest we

smiles and head out – Stephen to his car out front and Burton to his quarters at the side of the house. Victor sighs, watching them go, relishing the silence of the kitchen for a moment and then pouring himself a small glass of whiskey to enjoy on the walk

Evelyn’s kitchen, which is happy and noisy. Victor smiles as his family shout greetings to him, waving or rushing over, Archie jumping happily at his feet. A few minutes ago all Victor had wanted was peace and quiet, but he realizes, now, that

bit of joyful chaos to round

coming close and wrapping arms around his waist as she looks up at him. He drapes his arms casually over her

be glad to hear that your

proposal, Walsh,” he says, careful to keep his voice bored. “I’m sorry to say you won’t be having

poor baby,” she says, pulling her face into a mocking pout. “What you mean is that he’s disappointed that he won’t be getting the crazy bridal price that he’d ask of

face into a mocking pout. “What you mean is that he’s disappointed that he won’t be getting the crazy bridal price that he’d ask of

“How

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