VICTORIA

“We can talk calmly in the sitting room,” my mate’s voice interrupted at just the right moment.

When he approached my mother, he lowered his posture a little more.

Maybe because he mistook her for a she-wolf, not realizing Celine was hiding those vampire fangs.

“You're Victoria's mate,” she identified him right away.

How could she not, when our scents were completely mixed?

“I am...”

“That remains to be seen,” Dad muttered through gritted teeth.

The undead’s claws almost peeked out from between the stones, waiting for his signal.

Immersed in their magical dimension, ready to strike.

“Love...”

“You have no idea how comfortable your little girl was. While you were dying of anxiety, putting the b…”

“Enough, Zarek!”

My mom’s roar made me flinch.

When she got angry, honestly, she was scarier than Dad.

Her pupils flashed a dangerous reddish hue, and that was when sweet Camilla was in control.

Alpha Mía was a little more deadly.

“Are you a vampire or a she-wolf?” Dracomir asked, fro