Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 42 – To the Rescue

Victor’s phone rings on his desk. He glances on it, frowning. Edgar? He was off duty tonight – what he could he possibly want, so late?

“Hello?” Victor’s answer of the phone is short, impatient.

“Victor!” Edgar yells into the phone – Victor can hear the howl of traffic behind him, horns honking and the screech of tires. “Quick – Evelyn!”

Victor’s body goes immediately rigid. “What’s wrong,” he demands.

“Evelyn – you need to – NOW, Victor! Her house! Something’s wrong!”

“I’m going,” Victor says, hanging up and shoving his phone in his pocket as he bolts out of his office.

“Victor?” He hears Amelia call after him as he bursts through the back door. “Where are you –“ Her voice fades into the background.

Victor launches into a sprint as he crosses the back yard. His mind is blank, his whole body focused on action – get there, get in, help her.

Soon the cottage is in sight – the back porch – the door. Victor hurtles up the steps and crashes through the back door, breaking the lock.

He loses his breath at the sight before him – Evelyn, unconscious on the ground, her hands tied behind her, blood oozing from a cut on her cheek – gagged –

He hears a screeching cry and his head snaps to the left to see his boys – his boys – likewise tied up, sobbing on the couch, gags around their mouth. But where –

Suddenly, Victor feels someone leap onto his back. They are fast, agile, reaching around him to scratch at his face – his neck –

Something snaps in Victor and he lets out a roar. In a single move he reaches behind him, grasps the assailant, and flips her over his shoulder, slamming her to the ground. She lets out a pathetic cry, her leg twisted under her – clearly broken.

on top of the

hurls the words at her, fury in his throat. She gargles a reply. “Tell

as she leers up at him, baring her teeth, her eyes wild with

across her head, aiming for her temple. The woman lets out a cry of pain and then falls slack, knocked out,

scream through their gags. “It’s fine,” he says, reaching them, pulling their gags free, sweeping his eyes

their heads off the moment their gags are free. Victor quickly unties the knot from Ian’s hands, his eyes on Evelyn. “Ian,” he commands, moving over to their unconscious mother. “Untie your brother, then untie your

boys, responding to his cool command, lessen their screams to sobs and Ian – with shaking

her mouth and assures himself that she’s breathing. As he moves his hands down to remove the ties around her wrist, the front

one foot on either side of Evelyn, protecting her unconscious body beneath him. His lips curl back, revealing his teeth –

then, registering that it’s Edgar, his own

for a nod from Victor to let him know that

back to himself, hiding his wolf away inside him now

Edgar asks,

can’t believe it, but he forgot about the assailant. He gestures towards her form, thankfully

“Dead?”

his attention back to his boys, who have just finished untying the ropes around their ankles. “Boys,” he says, forcing himself to cool the adrenaline coursing through his veins, to

heart leaps into his throat, seeing them so raw, so unsure of their world. God, he had meant to protect them – to bring them here

down in front of his boys, placing one hand on each of their cheeks. “You are safe, boys.

almost in tandem, and Victor’s heart again surges to see how much they trust him. He means it, too – he will do anything – anything –to protect these boys. Take on anyone – kill anyone

his own back yard. Victor’s face hardens, steely. Changes would

your mother right now, Ian,

Ian says, sniffing. “Can