#Chapter 254 – Big Decisions

“Evelyn,” Victor says seriously, “I want you to have a say in what happens to them if you want a say in what happens to them. This pack belongs to both of us now, and it’s a big decision. But I’ll defer to you. If you tell me that you want nothing to do with it, then I’ll take whatever action I think is best.”

I nod, considering it, grateful in my heart that he’s offering me the choice. It’s certainly nothing my father never offered my mother – indeed, never anything I’ve heard an Alpha ever offer a Luna. But how many of these chats happened in the dark of night, in bed, with an Alpha seeking his mate’s advice?

There was so much I didn’t know about how all of this was done.

But still, I’m eager to take up the task.

“And what if I say I wanted them released, hypothetically,” I ponder quietly aloud. “What would that even look like?”

“Well,” Victor says, considering it. “It wouldn’t be complete freedom. They’re still men who betrayed me, and – as Alphas – would likely seek revenge. So there would be stipulations on their freedom, and they would always – always have guards on them. They’d never really be free.”

“That makes sense,” I murmur, though my mind is elsewhere, on a much darker question.

Victor sits quietly, waiting. I can tell that he knows I’m not finished, and he’s not letting himself drift off to sleep, as he probably wants to.

“Victor,” I say, hesitating and glancing up at him. “What if I said that…I wanted them…”

I bite my lip, hardly able to voice it.

on, Evelyn,” he whispers to me, understanding. “It’s all

I said I

serious and fierce and steady. “If you want them

he’s given me. The power not only over someone’s freedom, but their life. I had always known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that Alphas weighed these kinds of decisions as part of their roles

that…legal?” I ask quietly, blushing a little. “Sorry, I don’t even know if that’s the right term – I mean, would other packs reject that decision? How would that play

war, things would be different. But they declared war on me – they

onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Victor lets me, his fingers resting gently on the skin of

on anyone – not really. Not even Joyce, after everything that he did to me. Not even Amelia, after she’d had my children kidnapped, and after she put us all at risk after burning the house

But now, considering it…

they’ve never brought anything but sorrow to anyone in the pursuit of their own entitled desires… I grit my teeth, thinking about them, these

after me, and my children, and Victor, and our future children if – well. That’s a line of thinking for another time, I consider, though a hand drifts low

pity, my empathy, my desire to not be a killer, to let them live? Who, really, would pay

the true gift to the world, and to my children – be to wipe them

line of thinking. I’ve never really shied away from hard questions – not really – but these ones are taking me down a dark path I’m not sure I ever wanted

giving it a little squeeze. There’s real regret in his voice as he

“No, Victor. You shouldn’t have to carry this by

word of it. He’s so strong, but to expect one person to carry this just to spare me from it

a little proud smile form on his lips. I hesitate for a second, though, thinking it through. “Do you mind?” I ask. “If I

his chest. He presses a kiss to my hair as I tuck my head beneath his chin, taking in a long

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