Chapter 187

Violetta is packing things up when I sneak into her apartment. I haven’t been here in years and the rose gold wallpaper we put up when she turned eighteen looks amazing. I had just finished field training and I thought I’d surprise her. Things have changed. The wall leading into her living room used to be solid and now it’s been turned into a bunch of tiny diamond- shaped shelves that hold her fabric rolls.

What was supposed to be a spare room was opened up to be a sewing and design space where she makes her clothes. The walls are a pretty blush pink with white polka dots. This place looks amazing. I love that she’s learned to be on her own.

“What the fuck?” she pulls a small handgun from between her boobs and aims it at me. It takes her a moment to realize it’s me. Obviously, there’s literally no one else who can hack her system. I created it. She drops her hand, the empty box under her arms, and gently says: “What the fuck?”

“I know. It’s a big change,” I agree. She all but runs to me and places the gun on the dining table before wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Did it hurt?”

“Just like shifting,” I shrug.

“You’re supposed to be the small one. I’m five years older than you,” she smacks my stomach and then presses her hand to my toned abdomen. “You’re in therapy again?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“What are you doing here? You could have been seen,”

“You’re moving?” I avoid the questions.

“Not for a few weeks, but yeah,” she says taking some stuff off the tables in her living room.

“Did you get the tower finally?”

“I must have been drunk when I told you that,” she laughs and brings them over to the table where she left the gun so she can wrap them.

“We both were,” I nod.

“I just need something to do,” she clears her throat.

“Everything okay?”

and-” she shrugs and places a vase on its side to roll it into the bubble wrap roll on the table.

slept in a few nights. Her pretty long hair is greasy. The bags

is that she’s very high–maintenance. Most Alpha’s Daughters are. The last time I saw Vy like this was when she left her pack. Right after her dad

go shower and I’ll make you something to eat?” I ask pushing some of her

of the table.

she sighs and heads to

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done. It’s been almost six years since the last time I did this for her. The last time she tried to help me was after Darren died and Mackenzie disappeared. Morgan had just fucked me over and I said some ugly shit to Violetta after

worst of all vulnerable. Two things you

make her favorite. Chicken alfredo. Domestic Vy

she gets back with her

are you

need your help,” I say dropping the pasta

hard–headed,” she glares at me over her phone

“Yeah,” I agreed.

of fucking lives,

husband,” I admit. She stops massaging cream on her face

“You think?” she laughs.

Not just because of the bond or

made you have this epiphany, Oh Chosen

reveal ice lipstick? She dips

fuck?” I shake

the face. I haven’t been sleeping

continue making her food. “He’s a good person. Super chill and he makes the best food

“But

is not. I had a manic episode after the old man set me

shuts her

you to fucking

“I have been,”

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