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.”

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

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

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

address her as Ms. Jones,” Victor

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 Mr. Lorinc to

three days of them not attending a ridiculous human kindergarten where Alvin and Ian are taught their ABC’s when they can already

precisely that kind of educational lack which we could address at Lynx!” Lorinc interjects, enthusiastic. “We

sure that you run

to boarding your children away from home during their education. It would certainly reduce friction

his mouth

glare, “but as I said, we are uninterested.” Victor’s words belie the threat that now

he mutters, giving Victor a nod as he heads to the front of

watches Lorinc go, anger roiling in

a lot of work to research schools and arrange for his travel the week before my wedding, like

you doing Amelia.” Victor’s voice is low and threatening.

for the boys’ future education. If you

Victor practically roars her name this time and Amelia takes two quick steps

voice

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

school is an excellent choice!” Amelia says, backing up a step as Victor prowls forward. “It’s always been on the

Victor’s words rip from him, each carrying the full weight of his anger. “First you tell Walsh to take them, and then you call this ridiculous little man. Enough, Amelia! Accept that I will raise

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

refusing to give her 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 now

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

her, not flinching. They stay like this for a long moment, each considering the