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…”

from his pocket, he takes the brown square out of Pete’s hand and studies it closely. Yes – a brownie. How bizarre.

and rushing away to complete their duties. As Victor watches

clear – they say there’s no reason for

Edgar for a moment, wondering…but no. It was 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,

turning back to the 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. We have work

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

her robe during a

he types

looks up at her to see her standing

I’ve got two frightened boys upstairs. We need peace and quiet – not an army of Betas stomping around down here

attention to the computer as he

did everything

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

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

she calls goodbye to him and Victor catches a glance of her carrying what seems like a ridiculous amount of food

them all the takeout they wanted, if

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

first is a report on the brownie from the previous evening, confirming

by Alpha James Willard – Evelyn’s official pack as well,

same agency which assigned him to his own therapist is noted as the

a rather unimpressive 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

door. “Ah, Willard,” Victor says, “you are quite welcome here. Please, come in,