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.

himself on top of the woman, a hand to

in his throat. She gargles a reply.

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

information, Victor slams his fist across her head, aiming for her temple.

“It’s fine,” he says, reaching them, pulling their gags free, sweeping his eyes over them to ensure that they are safe. They seem fine, just tied up – no blood, no

quickly unties the knot from Ian’s hands, his eyes on Evelyn. “Ian,”

– with shaking hands, complies, working quietly on the knot around his brother’s wrist

over Evelyn, feeling for a pulse at her 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 ties around her wrist,

off his knees into a crouch with one foot on either side of Evelyn, protecting her unconscious body beneath

putting his hands up so that Victor can see he’s not a threat. Victor pauses a moment, and then, registering that it’s Edgar, his own Beta, slowly makes himself

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

to himself, hiding his wolf away inside

assailant?” Edgar asks, moving

but he forgot about the assailant. He

“Dead?”

ropes around their ankles. “Boys,” he says, forcing himself to cool the adrenaline coursing through his veins, to be

tears. Victor’s 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 so that they

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

how much they trust him. He means it, too – he will do anything –

even protect them in his own back yard. Victor’s face hardens, steely. Changes would

your mother right

sniffing. “Can we get