Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 22 – She has betrayed you

When the boys are safely ensconced in their bedroom, happily watching Aladdin at a bit too high of a volume, I storm into the living room.

Victor turns to me. “Evelyn, I –“

I slam into him before he can finish, pushing him off balance and slamming his back into the living room wall. His instincts kick in, immediately turning feral and defensive as he bares his teeth and snarls at me.

I match him growl-for-growl as I press him against the wall, my hands on his chest. “Get rid of her,” I bite out.

“We don’t even know –“

“Get RID of her, Victor,” my voice raises, but I am careful not to shout. I don’t want the boys to hear. “My boys do not lie to me. If they say the kidnappers smelled like Amelia, they did, and they did for a reason.”

Victor swipes his hands up, knocking my arms off of his chest and causing me to stumble forward. He quickly side-steps me, allowing me to fall against the wall so he is standing by my side, our faces very close together.

I can tell that he’s furious, but I don’t know whether it’s at me for being right, or Amelia for betraying him, or a thousand other things.

“We don’t know what happened, Evelyn,” he says, working hard to keep his temper under control. “I will not accuse my mate until I have more evidence of foul play.”

“And I will not,” I say, breathing hard and grabbing Victor by the collar of his shirt, “have my boys put in danger because your little girlfriend is jealous.”

Victor’s quickly changes, anger giving way to surprise. “Jealous? Jealous of what?”

“Of me,” I say waving around at my house, the life I’ve built in it. “Jealous of the boys, of the relationship you have with them, of the time you’re spending with us. Her life is totally different now and she hates it. She’s clearly making moves to turn things back, and my boys are at risk because of it.”

He shakes his head, determined, refusing to see Amelia in this light. Of course, he loves her, she’s his mate and his Luna. He doesn’t understand her the way I do. “She wouldn’t do that, Evelyn. She can’t.”

He again swats my hand away, growling softly but listening. “Are you going to let her treat you like a dog?” I step back and cross my arms. “I

door, straightening his shirt. “Let me talk to her,” he says. “I’ll get to the

I say, my voice low and threatening. “If she threatens them again, I’ll take her out myself.” I

knob, and sweeps his eyes over me, taking in my whole form. It

glass of rose with shaky fingers. In the time that Victor’s been gone she’s changed into her pajamas, a silky set of

kitchen room in two steps, his eyes never leaving Amelia. He grabs the whiskey and hurls it across the

cry as Victor lowers over her, staring down into her wide

smell like you?” They’re

starts to shake. “Victor, I have – I have no idea why

Amelia!” Victor shouts, slamming his hand against the kitchen island. It seems as if the whole

she cries, hesitating and then putting her hands on his chest, bringing her body closer to his. “I’m scared! I have

god, if you had anything to do

his chest where his shirt collects her tears. “I’m just as confused as you are! I have

back as she sobs against him. He grits his teeth, trying to hold on to his rage, but it’s so rare for Amelia to cry like

“Those boys

“They’re going to be my family too,” she whispers, “when we’re married. They hate me now,” she sputters out a little laugh and wipes

go straight to his heart. He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears from her soft, beautiful

shakes her head, confused. “If they say the men smelled like me, then they probably

gaze to stare blankly out the window. He hums softly in the back of his throat,

against his chest like a sad and tired child. She begins to stroke his back

wrapping his arms around her and lowering his face to her hair,