chapter 63

Everly The morning of the Alpha meeting is a rat race trying to get the kids dressed and ready for the day. As I quickly pull a shirt over Valarian's head, he instantly whines as the collar crinkles. “Valarian, I haven't got time, not today,” I tell him. Of all the days he wants to have a meltdown, it has to be the day of the Alpha meeting. It will be held at 3 p.m. I’m already a nervous wreck. The shirt looks acceptable, but Valarian goes into a full-on meltdown, tugging at it and crying. Valen comes over from making his and Casey's cereal and grabs the hem, lifting it off him. “Calm down. The hotel is fine, Everly. You're stressing for no reason,” Valen calls over his shoulder while wandering off to get Valarian a new shirt. He returns with a buttoned one and carefully does the buttons up for his son, making sure not to wrinkle his shirt, before seating Valarian at the table. My brain feels fried with the list of things I have to check and arrange once back at the hotel, though Valen