Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 67 – All Business

Victor straightens his tie and clears his throat. God damnit, he thinks, pay attention, Victor. For the life of him, he can’t seem to keep his mind on the subject at hand.

For some reason –

Well, God damnit, I know the reason, he thinks, gritting his teeth –

He just can’t seem to focus on the conversation at hand, his ears instead filled with the sound of rustling grasses.

“Victor,” Annabeth Prath says, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “Are you all right? Do you need a minute?”

“No, thank you,” Victor says, clearing his throat again. “I apologize. I’ve got…a lot on my plate.”

“You surely do,” says James Willard, leaning back in his chair and surveying Victor with a smirk. “You sure you can handle it all, m’boy?”

Victor narrows his eyes at Willard for that one, putting his hands on his desk and leaning his weight onto them. “Thank you both for coming today, as my guests,” he says, emphasizing the term as he stares at Willard, reminding him of his place. “I’m looking forward to discussing with both of you the next steps regarding the Prath school.”

“For me,” Annabeth says, her eyes flitting between the two men, sensing the odd tension between them, “the priority needs to be strictly on the education that the children receive.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Victor says, nodding at her and standing up straight. “We need to create a school that can stand up against the best human schools for educational quality, to give our children a strong start in the world.”

“This is where we disagree, then,” Willard says, contrary. “I believe that the emphasis should be on inculcating identity, culture.”

Annabeth frowns at him. “What do you mean?”

says, waving an explanatory hand, “that the great advantage to having children of wolf heritage together in one school is that we can begin to educate them

indoctrination,” Victor says, his

denying it. “It’s an opportunity to shape the future by

the creation of critical thinking skills?” Annabeth raises an

“I have two sons who I hope very shortly to enroll in this school, sons who have a rather

of these boys,” Willard says, meeting Victor’s dark gaze. “They are purportedly full of great

boys have indeed been all over the news, but what has not yet leaked

heard words of your sons’ mental capacities,” Annabeth says softly. “But I think Victor and I are on the same page in thinking that the greatest service we can give to them, and thus to our culture, is a rigorous education that helps them to develop

a hand to stop the conversation in its tracks. “How are you already aware of my sons’

blinks at him, surprised.

respond to Annabeth’s words. From the

said to you,” Victor

Annabeth says, leaning forward with concern. “It’s what he’s saying to everyone. I don’t want you to think that Walsh and I are having secret meetings about your children. It’s the only conversation he wants to have with anyone

of personal conversation with Walsh. Instead, Willard’s smile grows, taking pleasure

rage grows inside him and his claws begin to emerge from his fingertips, scraping

rage. “It looks to me,” Willard says, standing and buttoning his suitcoat, “that you need a minute to get your ducks in

to the political field, to the cultural conversation.” He

of power go to his head. He’s always tried to portray himself as just the humble leader of a small, progressive pack, but that’s such bullshit. He’s always wanted to be

calm his breathing, willing his claws to retract. “I concur. It was, perhaps, a mistake…to give him so much