Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 56 – You are mine

As I keep one eye on Annabeth, I notice the a number of Betas in black escorting the members of the press away from the circle. They protest, clearly desiring to stay, but they are firmly escorted back to the pool for refreshments.

Annabeth beckons Victor forward again and he stands at her side. “This aspect of the day’s ceremonies was not announced for security reasons. However, Alpha Kensington seeks to make another official commitment today, an exchange.”

Annabeth extends her right hand, inviting someone forward. I watch, full of curiosity, as Alpha Willard steps forward to join those in the circle.

“Alphas Kensington and Willard have come to an accord and today seek to exchange a Rogue wolf, a move from Willard’s pack to Kensington’s.”

There is a pause as a great murmur of curiosity goes through the crowd. But inside, I am seething.

“Evelyn Ortega,” Annabeth Prath says, holding out her left hand to me. “Would you come forward?”

If my jaw weren’t clenched with rage, it would be on the ground from shock. I am almost trembling with my anger, glaring at Victor, who meets my gaze steadily, his hastily-bandanged hand casually tucked in his pocket, my children’s handprints still on his cheeks.

from me, doesn’t offer any apology or choice. He was ready for this, I can see, backing me into

white. “I’ll take your place in the circle, ma’am,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, in a whisper: “please, ma’am, he’s determined. If you put up a fight, he told me to say he’ll drag you into the circle himself. The paperwork is finished between

I look directly at Victor, whose assured stance assures me that it’s all true, that it’s done, that he really

f*****g. Alphas.

way, I catch a glimpse of Amelia, whose white face and shocked expression match how I feel on the inside. So he didn’t tell her

completely. I don’t say a word, just glaring at him, my entire body

firmness and power, communicating his own

to give in. Annabeth begins to speak behind us but I don’t hear a word she says, my gaze fixed solely on Victor. I don’t

as he raises his hand, almost to take mine. His eyes flick to the side, where our children stand. For us, for

They read our entire bodies, taking in our aggression, our fight. I soften, for them, not wishing

up at Victor, only at Victor. It’s my freedom, my face almost pleads, I’ve given you everything, my

he wants me to be with him, a part of his