August squeezed her eyes shut to try getting control enough to push Violet's private thoughts back, but the person who greeted her in those thoughts startled her. And suddenly Violet's memories slipped loose—tumbling one after the other into August's mind.
There was a young Graeme. A young Violet. They were friends. A flip book of memories featuring Graeme's face slid forward. Violet had a crush on the Alpha's son as so many girl's did, but the two got closer over time.
General memories like this provided a hazy background leading to one specific memory with painfully exquisite detail. Graeme making love to her. She saw Graeme's clean-shaven face and nakedness through Violet's adoring eyes as she cherished every touch—every moment being the object of his affection.
Violet's memories skipped forward like a stone over water, a rush of history reflected on its surface, until it settled on another memory. Violet discovering she was pregnant.
