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.”

He shifts his gaze to Amelia, who still

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 enroll

two of the greatest Alpha dynasties in the nation at his pathetic little school? It would be quite the

as Ms. Jones,”

Victor,” Amelia says, forcing out a tinkly little laugh and crossing the room to wrap her hands around his arm, pulling herself close. “I thought it would be a nice chance for you and

her. “Three days before their winter vacation, and three days of them not attending a

address at Lynx!” Lorinc interjects, enthusiastic. “We have a

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

children away from home during

his mouth shut, his eyes

and gesturing towards the exit. “I appreciate your response to Ms. Jones’ request for a visit,” he shoots her a glare, “but as I

meet you,” he mutters, giving Victor a nod as he heads

anger roiling in his

and Victor turns to 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,

and threatening. “Why did you invite that

I’m making plans for the boys’ future education. If you and Evelyn are just going to let

practically roars her name this time and Amelia takes two quick steps forward, raising

raise your voice to me in my

live, where I will make decisions about their education.

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

him, each carrying the full weight of his anger. “First you tell Walsh to take them, and then you call this ridiculous little man.

and her curled up on the couch together, playing happy family. It’s too much – they are ruining the

discussed this – that night was innocent. The boys aren’t going anywhere. Evelyn isn’t going anywhere. This is our life now and I will brook no further attempts at sending them away!” The last words leave him

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, meeting

stay like this for a long