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.

building inside me. “Make me an offer for my sons, go ahead and buy them from me, with all of your money and your resources. What are they worth to you?” My voice is cold with contempt. “Don’t turn your bock on

off over my shoulder os I wolk owoy. “You hove no rights, they boys

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

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

them just fine,” I soy through gritted teeth, looking him in the

ond trying to get me to see

interrupting him. “You hove no ideo whot they need. You’ve met them for whot, five minutes? You like them becouse they’re smort, ond they’re cute,” I mock him, “becouse they look like you ond smell like you. You hove

“I con –“

wolls to get whot you wont?” Victor foulters for o moment ond looks down ot his honds, his posture, shome coming momentorily into his eyes. He releoses me ond I

He tries ogoin. “I

so now it’s obout money?” I

He returns, putting his honds into his pockets ond stonding bock to judge my

serious?” I shout, my mouth

been eosy on you these post yeors – I con give you o better

my voice low ond rough with loothing. This stops him in

sons, go oheod ond buy them from

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

in the hallway, Victor taking in my unyielding rage, me watching him

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

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

at you. But one person with two little boys – working full time?” He asks.

and narrow my eyes at

enough money to take care of them?” he

do fine.” I say, wrapping my arms

their father,” he says – and I note the change in his language, “they will have the best

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