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Victor stares out his back window, clutching his phone in his hand. One of the most powerful Alphas in the country – in the world – and he can’t get someone to pick up his calls. Something was wrong with Evelyn last night. He saw it on her face when she was talking with Bridgette – he had seen her go pale, her eyes go glassy. He saw her lost in her thoughts for the rest of the evening, giving only canned answers when she was addressed directly. He had stopped Bridgette on the way up the stairs, after Evelyn had left with the boys. “What were you two talking about?” he had asked. “Huh?” had been Bridgette’s vapid reply. “You and Evelyn, what did you talk about tonight? She was worried.” Bridgette just shrugged. “You know. Normal stuff. We talked about hot cocoa.” Confused, Victor ha