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.”

you,” I growl, the words ripping from my throat in a

and raise my hand to my lips. A knee-jerk reaction to an old

says, his

laughs, ignoring him. “I hear that you’ve moved your wedding up, Kensington, a Christmas affair,” he says, casually

take my children

Victor. You’ve gutted your Beta force, put all of your funds into

was aware that he had

a roar here, his teeth fully bared, but my father does not back down. “If you ever lay a finger on them again, I will rip you limb from limb. And I will have every

my father

my breath shuttering. What? A quick glance at Victor tells me that he is equally ignorant about what’s going on. How

and powerlessness. “What is it, precisely,

at

“What?” Victor hisses.

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 so much better in bed? Because I’m sure you can have

red and I clench my jaw in frustration, in utter

is my mate,” Victor

your little play thing, but she doesn’t have the political advantages that at match like

so secret – relationships with the ones they truly love on the side. But in this modern age, people privilege love –

that he has long privileged. His own marriage to my mother was never

me up and down. “Something which your pretty little mate has not yet proved. Why chance weak pups, when you know my