Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 70 – Victor vs John

“Come on boys,” my mother says, reaching down to take Alvin and Ian’s hands. She shoots Emma a worried look as she does so. “Let’s let the grown-ups talk for a minute, we’ll go outside and see the lake.”

“No.” Victor says, keeping his eyes on my father. “My children will stay with me.”

My eyes flash between Victor and my father. I’m suddenly aware that this was going to be bad. Part of me is pleased by this – despite my happy reunion with my mother and sister, I’m still very pissed that my father took my children from their school today.

Still, this could end in bloodshed. I don’t want my boys to see that.

“Mama,” I say calmly, my eyes on Victor. “It’s time for the boys to go home.”

Alvin and Ian cry out at this – clearly, they’re not done playing. I snap my eyes to them and they fall silent, intuiting, finally, that this is quite serious.

“Mama,” I continue. “Why don’t you take the boys out front to the cars. We have plenty of Betas waiting who can buckle them into their seats. The Betas can text us when the boys are secure.”

I say this all very calmly, so as not to spook the boys, but Victor and my mother intuit that this is a very calculated plan. My mother will take the boys to the car and hand them off to our Beta team, who will confirm when the exchange has taken place. When the children are safely in Victor’s control, I imply, we can begin to talk.

Victor nods and my mother takes the boys by the hands, leading them from the room, speaking to them cheerfully as she goes. My sister follows after her, sneaking one last worried glance at us as she pulls the door shut behind her.

A few minutes pass and none of us move, my father, Victor and I staring silently at each other while we wait for confirmation. Victor’s phone dings, the sound abnormally loud in the tense quiet of the room. He breaks my father’s glare for the first time to glance down at the message from his Beta.

“The boys are in the car,” he says, “surrounded by my Beta force.”

dare you,” I growl, the words ripping from my throat in a violent snarl. “Take my children

snaps, not looking at me. I feel my mouth snap shut and raise my hand to my lips. A knee-jerk reaction to an

crossed a line,” Victor says, his own voice low and

hear that you’ve moved your wedding up, Kensington, a Christmas affair,” he says, casually strolling

you ever take my

“I’m aware of your situation, Victor. You’ve gutted your Beta force, put all of your funds into that ridiculous little school –

I was aware that he had made big changes – but where

back down. “If you ever lay a finger on them again, I will rip you limb from limb. And I will have every legal right to do so, if you

world,” my father

glance at Victor tells me that

ignorance and powerlessness. “What is it, precisely, about this Amelia,

at

“What?” Victor hisses.

says, shrugging. “What is it that makes you so determined to marry her and keep Evelyn as your secret pet, hidden away in that cabin out back. Is Amelia

I clench my jaw in

mate,” Victor grinds out,

doesn’t have

sputters, shocked. Of course, this has happened for generations – powerful Alphas marrying for advantage, having secret – or not so secret – relationships with the ones they truly love on the side. But in this modern age, people privilege love – if you have found your mate, you marry

Alpha world, but it’s one that he has long privileged. His own marriage to my mother was never about love, but instead about the lineage, prestige, and

mate has not yet proved. Why chance weak pups, when you know my girl can give you more