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.

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

my shoulders. I spin my head to see Stephen, Victor’s secretary, standing there, dressed all 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, he’s determined. If you put up a fight,

away from him without a word. I look directly at Victor, whose assured stance

f*****g. Alphas.

On my way, I catch a glimpse of Amelia, whose white face and shocked expression match how I feel on the inside. So he

Willard completely. I don’t say a word, just glaring at him, my entire body rigid with rage, communicating, as clearly as it can, how f*****g

and power, communicating his own meaning: It’s done, Evelyn. Submit. It’s for your own

a word she says, my

face softening just an inch. Let me give you this, his gestures say as he raises his hand, almost to take mine. His

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

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 boys.

us, Evelyn, Victor’s eyes bore into mine, speaking that he wants me to be with him, a part of his