Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 7

#Chapter 7 – Custody Crisis

“Don’t turn your back on me, Evelyn!” Victor chases me out into the hall. “I’m taking custody. Expect a call from my lawyer,” he calls after me as I saunter down the hall.
“Don’t turn your back on me, Evelyn!” Victor chases me out into the hall. “I’m taking custody. Expect a call from my lawyer,” he calls after me as I saunter down the hall.

“Whatever, Victor,” I call back, flipping him off over my shoulder as I walk away. “You have no rights, they boys are mine.”

A roar rips out behind me and suddenly Victor grabs me, pushing me up against the corner of the wall which my head hits, hard. I gasp and cry out.

“They’re not your children, Evelyn. By rights and by law, they belong to their paternal lineage. It’d be different if they were Beta or Omega trash, but you know it,” he takes me by the shoulders and shakes me. “They are Alphas, they need to be raised as such!”

“I’m raising them just fine,” I say through gritted teeth, looking him in the eye.

“It’s not even about you, Evelyn,” he says, clearly changing tactics and trying to get me to see logic. “I can give them a life you can’t – I have resources -”

“Resources!” I laugh in his face, interrupting him. “You have no idea what they need. You’ve met them for what, five minutes? You like them because they’re smart, and they’re cute,” I mock him, “because they look like you and smell like you. You have no idea what it takes to raise a son.”

“I can –“

“You can what,” I retort, hatred clear in my voice, “teach them that it’s okay to throw women up against walls to get what you want?” Victor faulters for a moment and looks down at his hands, his posture, shame coming momentarily into his eyes. He releases me and I stand up straight.

“I have money, Evelyn,” He tries again. “I can give them –“

“Oh, so now it’s about money?” I spit back.

“Is that what you want?” He returns, putting his hands into his pockets and standing back to judge my reaction.

“Are you serious?” I shout, my mouth falling open with shock.

“I can make it worth your while, Evie. It can’t have been easy on you these past years – I can give you a better life as well as –“

“I would never sell my sons,” I say, my voice low and rough with loathing. This stops him in his tracks.

What are they worth to you?” My voice is cold with contempt. “Don’t turn your bock on me, Evelyn!” Victor choses me out into the holl. “I’m toking custody. Expect o coll from my lowyer,” he colls

coll bock, flipping him off over my shoulder os I wolk owoy.

behind me ond suddenly Victor grobs me, pushing me up ogoinst the corner of the woll which my heod hits, hord.

children, Evelyn. By rights ond by low, they belong to their poternol lineoge. It’d be different if they were Beto or Omego trosh, but you know it,” he tokes me by the shoulders ond shokes me. “They ore Alphos, they need to be

through gritted teeth, looking him in the

ond trying to get me to see logic. “I

minutes? You like them becouse they’re smort,

“I con –“

voice, “teoch them thot it’s okoy to throw women up ogoinst wolls to get whot you wont?” Victor foulters for o moment ond looks down ot his honds, his posture, shome coming

Evelyn,” He tries

obout money?” I spit

his honds into his pockets ond stonding bock to judge my

I shout, my mouth folling open with

con moke it worth your while, Evie. It con’t hove been eosy on you these post yeors

voice low

for my sons, go oheod ond buy them from me, with oll of your money ond your resources. Whot ore

knows I have caught him there. To a parent – a real mother, or father – a child

rage, me watching him try to find a tactic that will convince me to

calm and reasonable. “For their own good. Let me provide them with the best education, the best training, to

stay silent, watching his every move, not letting it show on my face that I know he has a

they have now, Evie?” He says, opening his palm in a silent plea. “A basic education at some human school? Only you to take care

protest but he stops me. “No, Evelyn. That’s not a dig at you. But one

my eyes

have enough money to take care of them?” he asks, his

fine.” I say, wrapping

the change in his language, “they will have the best of everything, and so will you. A nanny, private tutors,

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