Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 80 – Boarding School

“Sir?” Beta Stephen’s voice is hesitant at the door. “There’s a…Mr. Lorinc here to see you? He says he has an appointment.”

Victor draws his brows close over his eyes. “I don’t recognize that name,” he says, standing.

“Apologies, sir,” a small bearded man peeks out from behind Stephen’s shoulder. “I believe that your wife made the appointment – the children’s mother?”

Victor frowns. “Evelyn?”

“No,” the man’s face creases with concern. “A Mrs. Amelia Kensington.”

Victor’s frown deepens as he considers that that’s not quite her name, but he nods. “Please, Mr. Lorinc. Come in. I admit, I don’t know the occasion for your visit, but if Amelia arranged it then I’m sure it’s important. Stephen,” Victor turns his eye to his Beta. “Would you please ask Amel-“

“No need!” Amelia says, breezing into the room with a big smile. “Apologies, Mr. Lorinc,” she says, giving him her hand. “I meant to meet you at the door, of course, and lost track of time.”

“Not a worry, my dear,” Mr. Lorinc says warmly, folding her hand in his. “Such a pleasure to meet you in person.”

Victor looks between the two, interested. Did this have something to do with the wedding? He thought he’d met everyone of importance regarding that.

“Victor,” Amelia says, beaming at him. “I’ve arranged this as rather a surprise, asking Mr. Lorinc to come and tell you everything so that you can ask all the questions you like before we settle on an arrangement.”

Victor watches Amelia carefully now, noticing that her smile never falters, plastered on her face in a determined way. What is she up to? Victor says nothing, standing perfectly still. Amelia and Lorinc awkwardly wait for him to respond.

When he says nothing, Lorinc clears his throat. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Alpha Kensington. As a fellow man of education, I’ve been closely following your plans for a public school for those of wolf heritage. I think that it’s a wonderful plan.”

“A man of education?” Victor asks.

“Yes!” Lorinc says, straightening up and smiling. Clearly, he’s proud of himself. “I am the head master of Lynx Academy, a boarding school in the Rocky Mountains that specializes in children of wolf heritage.”

expression go dark. He shifts his gaze to Amelia, who

He had been expecting a warmer welcome than this, especially after Amelia’s enthusiasm on the phone. “Yes,” he continues. “I spoke to Mrs. Kensington about the possibility of accepting your two young boys as pupils at our school. I am pleased to report that we have an opening for them and would be absolutely thrilled to

glowers at Lorinc now as well. Of course Loric would be pleased – the heirs to two of the greatest Alpha dynasties in the nation at his pathetic

Ms. Jones,” Victor

close. “I thought it would be

days before their winter vacation, and three days of them not attending a ridiculous human kindergarten where Alvin and Ian are taught their ABC’s when

lack which we could address at Lynx!” Lorinc interjects, enthusiastic. “We have a plan to

“I appreciate your time, Mr. Lorinc, and I’m sure that you run a fine institution. But

home during their education. It would certainly reduce friction with

Lorinc snaps his mouth shut, his

“but as I said, we are uninterested.” Victor’s words belie the threat that now marks every line of his body.

a nod as he heads

watches Lorinc go, anger roiling

see her standing angrily behind him. “Honestly it took a lot of work to research schools and arrange for his travel the week before my wedding, like I don’t have enough to do

and threatening. “Why did you invite

refusing to give in to Victor’s anger. “Obviously, I’m making plans for the boys’ future education. If you and Evelyn

time and Amelia takes two

voice to me in my home

swipes her hand away. “My home, Amelia,” he growls. “My home, where you live, where my children live, where I will make decisions about their education. Where they will live during the extent of their education

prowls forward. “It’s always been on the table as an option – one that meets all of our needs

to take

downstairs to see you and her curled up on the couch together, playing happy family. It’s too much – they are ruining the life that you

The boys aren’t going anywhere. Evelyn isn’t going anywhere. This is our life now and I will brook no further

says, her voice low. “If you refuse to send them

like this for a long moment, each considering the other, each refusing to give an