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“Walk with me,” the woman commanded. She peered past Sienna’s shoulder. “Stella, mind the store until we’re back.”
Sienna turned around as Stella was just coming out of the changing room. She nodded, but Sienna saw the annoyance. “Yes, ma’am.”
“But I—” Sienna began but found herself propelled out the door.
“You two go find something to do,” Toron’s mother ordered the two men, and Sienna’s eyes bugged when she slapped each on the ass. She turned a beaming smile to Sienna. “They’re hot and great in bed, but empty-headed.
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Now, we can have some time to talk. Oh and call me Vivian.”
Sienna had trouble saying anything in response. At least now she knew why Toron turned out the way he did. His mother was apparently a slut. “It’s nice to meet you, Vivian. I’m Sienna.”
She held out a hand, but Vivian waved it away. “Pish, you don’t fool me, girlie. I’ve been around for a long time, and I can sense how disgusted you are with me. Not unlike my son, but why shouldn’t I do what I want? I’m a widow, and if I want to have a string of affairs—some at the same time— who cares? And he’s one to protest with all his women.”
Sienna tensed. She schooled her face to appear disinterested but felt Vivian’s gaze on her.
“You’re different though.”
“Excuse me?” Sienna hadn’t considered herself a prude until that moment. She bristled at the woman’s tone.
Vivian chuckled. “I don’t mean it like that. I mean you’re different to Toron.”
Sienna held up her hands. “Oh, please don’t get the wrong idea. Toron and I made a mistake a long time ago, and well …”
“So you consider Simeon a mistake?”
“No!”
“Come on. We’ll sit here.”
Vivian all but dragged her to a bench, and Sienna dropped onto it feeling worn out despite it being just after ten in the morning. The older woman faced her, a pleasant expression on her face, which didn’t fool Sienna in the least. Something told her this woman got off on being as blunt as possible just to see people’s reaction.
“I hurt Toron years ago. Beyond repair, I sometimes think, but when I heard about you, I began to believe that would change.”
Those words were not what Sienna expected. “I don’t think I understand.”
She reached out and squeezed Sienna’s hand. Sienna shifted on the bench, wanting to pull away but not wanting to offend Toron’s mother.
“I am an alpha,” she said. “My husband wasn’t.”
Sienna’s brows went up. “I didn’t know that was
possible.”
“It’s rare, but it happens. I took on the power, but I let his father lead the people. I preferred the other benefits.”
“Other benefits?”
Her pursed lips and narrowed eyes said she didn’t doubt Sienna knew exactly what she meant.
“Men are attracted to me, and I encourage it.”
“You’re saying…”
“Yes, I had many lovers before Toron’s father died. I was addicted to it and wanted to see how many more I could get. After a while, I wondered if it was just the power and not me, so I learned to hone it, to suppress it. They still came.”
“I have to get back to the shop.” Sienna made to stand, but Vivian held onto her hand like a vise. Unless she wanted to make a scene, she had to wait the woman out, but Sienna was already turned off. Did Vivian think her story did anything other than solidify all her fears about Toron?
