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.”

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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

two of the greatest

respond to this. “You will address her as Ms. Jones,” Victor growls,

his arm, pulling herself close. “I thought it would be a nice chance for you and Mr. Lorinc to chat! After all, since Evelyn

been three days,” Victor says, glaring at her. “Three days before their winter vacation, and three days of them not

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

cutting him off. “I appreciate your time, Mr. Lorinc, and I’m sure that you run a fine institution. But the boys will be educated

from home during their education. It would

Victor snarls. Lorinc snaps his

Jones’ request for a visit,” he shoots her a glare, “but as I said, we are uninterested.” Victor’s words belie the threat that now marks every line of his body. Lorinc gives Amelia a

Victor a nod as he heads

watches Lorinc go, anger

lot of work to research schools and arrange for his travel the week before my wedding, like I don’t

you doing Amelia.” Victor’s voice is low and threatening. “Why did you invite that man to

give in to Victor’s anger. “Obviously, I’m making plans for the boys’ future education. If you and Evelyn are just going to let them sit

takes two quick steps forward, raising

you dare raise your voice to me in

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

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

option.” Victor’s words rip from him, each carrying the full weight of his anger. “First you tell Walsh to take them, and then you

too much, Victor.” Amelia snaps, fury on her own face now. She’s given up any attempt at pleasant demeanor. “Not after I came 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 and I have built together. It’s in

any more space in this argument. “We’ve discussed this – that night was innocent. The boys aren’t going anywhere. Evelyn isn’t going anywhere. This is our life

doesn’t back down. “This situation is untenable,” Amelia says, her voice low. “If you refuse to send them away, then I’ll have to be the one to go.” She raises her chin,

not flinching. They stay like this for a long moment, each considering the other, each refusing to