#Chapter 14 - Live with Parents

When Victor opens the door, I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. Before me stands one of the most powerful Alphas in the country, his shirt covered in stickers and juice stains, glitter on his face and even a little purple marker smudged across his chin. He scowls at me mightily, filling up the frame, glaring at me in a way which I’m sure has cowed hundreds of men. But here, with what is clearly marshmallow fluff spiking up a piece of his hair, it just makes it funnier. I bend over, laughing so hard I have to put my hands on my knees to support myself. “Evelyn,” he says, stern and gruff, clearly used to more respect. “Evelyn,” I say back, crossing my arms over my chest and mocking him, still laughing. “Oh come on, Victor, get over it,” I say, pushing past him into his front hall. “You can’t intimidate me with apple juice and Paw Patrol stickers all over your shirt.” I am impressed, walking into Victor’s house, though I try not to let him see it