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.

throws himself on top of the woman,

her, fury in his throat.

starts to turn purple as she leers up at him, baring her teeth, her eyes wild with rage

her head, aiming for her temple. The woman lets out a cry of

waits – just a moment – to be sure that she’s still, and then dashes to the boys, who continue to scream through their gags. “It’s fine,” he says, reaching them, pulling their gags free, sweeping his eyes over them to ensure that

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 feet. Stop screaming. We

command, lessen their screams to sobs and Ian – with shaking hands, complies, working quietly on the knot around his brother’s wrist

neck. Thank god – she’s alive. Softly, he removes the gag from her mouth and assures himself that she’s breathing. As he moves his hands down to remove the

Victor moves off his knees into a crouch with one foot on either side of Evelyn, protecting her unconscious body beneath him. His lips

not a threat. Victor pauses a moment, and then, registering that it’s Edgar, his own Beta, slowly makes himself move out of his crouch,

for a moment, waiting for a nod from Victor to let him know that it’s okay, and then throws himself to his

wolf away inside him now that it seems the

Edgar asks, moving

forgot about the assailant. He gestures towards

“Dead?”

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

tears. Victor’s heart leaps into his throat, seeing them so raw, so unsure of their world. God, he had meant to protect

of his boys, placing one hand on each of their cheeks. “You are safe, boys. I am

trust him. He means it, too – he will do anything – anything –to protect these boys. Take on anyone – kill anyone who threatens them

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

mother right

sniffing.