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…”

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 – a brownie.

taking it and rushing away to complete their duties. As Victor watches them go, he senses someone moving to his

to continue. “Sir, the paramedics are cleaning Evelyn up, but they’ve given her the clear – they say there’s no reason

none of his business. He nods sharply. “Approved, Beta. Thank you for

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 says, snapping a

house. “Send my team up to the big house to tell Amelia what happened. Have them bring back my laptop, my second phone, everything we might need.

come through the

downstairs in her robe during a lull, a broad white bandage

looking up as he types on his

Victor and he looks up at her to see her standing across from him, her arms folded, looking

peace and quiet – not an army of Betas stomping around down here like it’s command central. I need

returning his attention to the computer

did

his eyes back to her. “If I had done everything I could have, that insane woman

looks him up and down and then slowly nods. “Can we at least have some food? We’ve got an Avengers movie marathon going on upstairs, which seems to be calming them down, but we’re

to some bags sitting on the kitchen table. “I ordered you Chinese. Please, eat whatever you

a small noise of appreciation, Evelyn moves to the package and starts to unwarp it, investigating the containers. A few minutes later, she calls goodbye to him and Victor catches a glance of her carrying what seems like

safe. He’d order them all the takeout they wanted, if it would help. Besides,

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, it has to happen in this dining-room-turned-office. And, much

interlocutor to arrive, Victor looks over the materials that his Betas have gathered. The first is a report on the brownie

Emily Perkins, no-rank lycanthrope, officially a member of the small, progressive pack run by Alpha James Willard – Evelyn’s official pack as well, which is probably how

to his own therapist is

talents. The sort of wolf which he wouldn’t be pleased to call a member of his own pack, though his pack only

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