Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 43 – Banished

Edgar, apparently finished securing the assailant, hurries over. Evelyn startles at first – not knowing who approaches, but seeing who it is reaches out a hand.

“Edgar – I – I’m so sorry,”

“No, Evelyn,” he says, holding her face between his hands – an intimate gesture that Victor suddenly feels awkward to see. “You didn’t do anything wrong. What happened? Do you know who she is?”

“Yes,” Evelyn murmurs. “My – the stalker. My former patient. She’s…totally unhinged, thinks I stole her boyfriend –“

“The one who wrote things on your car at your old house? Who threw the note through the window last night?” Victor asks, standing and crossing his arms across his chest. He placed extra guards against precisely this threat – what happened?

As Evelyn explains further to Edgar – her voice weak with exhaustion, fear, and tears – Victor moves to the front porch. There, quietly in the dark, he sees another body – slumped in a chair in the darkest corner of the porch.

Victor hurries out, crossing carefully to the body just as the ambulance pulls into Evelyn’s drive, followed immediately by a black van full of back-up Betas. Good – Edgar thought quickly, calling in all the appropriate reinforcements. Victor makes a mental note to commend him as he moves slowly towards the inert form.

As he gets closer, Victor suddenly realizes that he recognizes the body. Beta Pete. Victor moves to his side, fearing the worst – but no, Pete has a pulse. Victor heaves a sigh of relief and notes, in passing, that Pete holds a dark square in his inert hand.

The Betas swarm the porch, their training clearly demonstrated as they move as a concentrated pack. Once they have marked the location as secure, they wave the paramedic team forward and two Betas come over to Victor to assess the situation with Pete.

“He’s unconscious,” Victor says, “thank god. I don’t know what happened.”

“Any sign of injury?” one of the Betas asks.

“Not that I can see.” Victor confirms, studying Pete’s body again.

“We’ll get the paramedics on him too,” the Beta says, snapping at personnel waiting by the ambulance. They spring into action.

“Sir?” The second Beta leans close to Pete, sniffing. “What’s that in his hand? I smell…chocolate…”

close. “I think it’s…I think it’s a brownie,” he murmurs, baffled by this strange change of events. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he takes the brown square out of Pete’s hand and studies it closely. Yes

their duties. As Victor watches

head and nods to Edgar, inviting him to continue. “Sir, the paramedics are cleaning Evelyn up, but they’ve given her the clear – they say there’s no reason for her

a moment, wondering…but no. It was none of his business. He nods sharply. “Approved, Beta. Thank you for your good

barely hold back his smile, but he manages. It is no small thing for an Alpha to admit a debt of honor to his Beta. “Sir.” Edgar

the house. “Send my team up to the big house to tell Amelia what happened. Have them

next day, Victor sets up camp in Evelyn’s office. A steady stream of Betas come through

Evelyn says, coming downstairs in her robe during a lull, a broad

he types on his computer, confirming an

see her standing across from him, her arms folded, looking angry. “What?” He

of Betas stomping around down here like it’s command central. I need to get them back to normal – this is anything but

is all for your protection, Evelyn,” Victor says, returning his attention to the computer as he sits down. “I promised you protection, and I failed in that promise

did everything

done everything I could have, that

and then slowly nods. “Can we at least have some food? We’ve got an Avengers movie marathon going on upstairs,

on the kitchen table. “I ordered you Chinese. Please, eat

investigating the containers. A few minutes later, she calls goodbye to him and Victor catches a glance of her carrying what seems

feel happy and safe. He’d order them all the takeout they wanted, if it would help. Besides, Edgar was up there with them all. They would

the boys will be distracted upstairs. He has an important meeting, and as it has to happen now, and in person. And, as Victor refuses to leave the premises,

the materials that his Betas have gathered. The first is a report on the brownie from the

is regarding the stalker’s identity. Emily Perkins, no-rank lycanthrope, officially a member of the small, progressive pack run by Alpha James Willard – Evelyn’s official pack as

that the same agency which assigned him to his own therapist is noted as the one which serves this pack as

pleased to call a member of his own pack, though

knock at his door. “Ah, Willard,” Victor says,