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…”

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. How bizarre. “Take this to the lab. I want it

rushing away to complete their duties.

up, but they’ve given her the clear – they say there’s no reason for her to go to the hospital for further checks. If you’ll allow it, I’d like to

his business. He nods sharply. “Approved, Beta. Thank you for your

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

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

through the doors all day, each reporting on the results of the

says, coming downstairs in her robe during

looking up as he types on his computer,

looks up at her to see her standing across from him,

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

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

you did everything

have, that insane woman would never have broken

down and then slowly nods. “Can we at least have some food? We’ve got an Avengers

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

she calls goodbye to him and Victor

He’d order them all the takeout they wanted,

and in person. And, as Victor refuses to leave the premises, it has to happen in this dining-room-turned-office. And, much as she would hate it,

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

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

notes, with only slight interest, that the same agency which assigned him to

specimen, he thinks. Weak bloodlines, weak mind – no talents. The sort of wolf which he wouldn’t be pleased to call a member of his own pack, though his pack only accepts

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