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.

choice. He was ready for this, I

in 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,

assured stance assures me that

f*****g. Alphas.

a glimpse of Amelia, whose white face and shocked expression match how I feel

arrive at the center of the circle, I stand just inches from Victor, ignoring Willard completely. I don’t say a word, just glaring at him, my entire body rigid with rage, communicating, as clearly as it

body responds, all firmness and power, communicating his own meaning: It’s done, Evelyn. Submit. It’s for

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 want this, my eyes say as

he raises his hand, almost to take mine. His eyes flick to

surprised. They read our entire bodies, taking in our aggression, our fight. I soften, for them, not wishing them to be frightened. Somewhere, behind me, I hear

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

speaking that he wants me