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.”

but listening. “Are you going to let her treat you like a dog?” I step back and cross my arms. “I know I

“Let me talk to her,” he says. “I’ll get

my voice low and threatening. “If she threatens

over me, taking in my whole form. It is no small thing to threaten an Alpha’s Luna. Almost imperceptibly,

is waiting for him in the kitchen, sipping a glass of rose with shaky fingers. In the time that Victor’s been gone she’s changed into her pajamas,

double of whiskey is waiting for Victor, chilled in a beautifully cut glass. Victor crosses the kitchen room in two steps,

lets out a little cry as Victor lowers over her, staring down into her

smell like

“Victor, I have –

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

she cries, hesitating and then putting her hands on his chest,

I swear to god, if you had anything

waist, placing her head against his chest where his shirt collects her tears. “I’m just

softens after a moment, putting a hand on her back as she sobs against him. He grits his teeth, trying to hold on to his rage, but

“Those

she whispers, “when we’re married. They hate me now,” she sputters out a little laugh and wipes her face, “and…and I guess I

uses his thumbs to wipe the tears from her soft, beautiful cheeks.

boys are lying, though –“ she shakes her head, confused. “If they say the men smelled like me, then they

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

a sad and tired child. She begins

and lowering his face to her hair, breathing in her scent. Magnolias and summer sun. “Someone tried to