Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 81

#Chapter 81 – Confrontation

Victor: Home in about an hour, do you want to have dinner?

Victor stares at the text on his phone. The messaging system lets him know that Amelia has read it, but not responded. He sighs, tucking his phone away in his pocket as his town car pulls into the club. For the past twenty-four hours Amelia has given him the silent treatment, but she hasn’t left.

Honestly, he doesn’t know what’s really going on.

The car rolls to a stop in his reserved parking spot and Victor sighs as he steps out, looking up at the sports club of which he is a member. He hardly eve comes here, but it’s convenient for events. For instance, his bachelor party will be held here tonight, and he’s come early to ensure that everything is in order according to his liking.

Bachelor party, he thinks, shaking his head as he walks through the front door. Am I even getting married? Yesterday I told her that she –

“Kensington.”

Victor stops dead at the voice. Not because it’s a sound he’s heard it all his life, but rather because it’s one whose words are seared in his memory. Victor turns and coldly meets the eyes of John Walsh, seated in a chair at the entrance. Waiting from him.

“We need to talk, Kensington.” Walsh says with perfect calm.

Victor’s lips raise in a snarl.

Ten minutes later, they’re seated together in a corner of the club’s Alpha-only bar, a room that is dark with leather and brass. A waiter looks anxiously between them while delivering the two glasses of whiskey that they ordered. Neither Victor nor Walsh touches their glass, staring at each other instead.

Victor had truly considered gutting Walsh the moment he saw him at the front of the club. Only three words had stopped him.

“Amelia called me,” John had said, a dirty smirk on his face.

He wanted Walsh gone – out of his life, out of this world, frankly – but he had to know what Amelia had done, what she

clasp his tumbler of whiskey. He leans back in his leather chair, studying Victor, who says nothing. “You’re wrong, Kensington.

letting it show on his face or in his body. Instead, he merely narrows his

Walsh says, rankling Victor with his familiarity, “that we’re actually on the same

Victor remains steadily silent.

me,” Walsh continues, casually spinning the whiskey in his glass, dismissing Amelia’s call with both his words and his actions. “She cried to me about Evelyn on your couch, about the boys constantly underfoot, begged

lets Walsh continue. He needs all the

– you have to get that woman under control.” Walsh smirks at him here. “For an Alpha, you certainly do

“I –“ Victor snaps.

his denial magnanimous. “Don’t lose your temper, Victor – I understand. These women, they can be difficult. Especially the

his eyebrow here and again smirks at Victor, who forces himself to settle back into his chair.

Walsh says, looking Victor up and down. “You can’t have your woman running off to another Alpha for help every time you have a

about.” Victor speaks

smile. “We have a responsibility, now, to create a better environment for those boys, for our mutual heirs. Quite frankly,

glass of whiskey. Walsh is right. As much as he hates it – the timing, especially, as well as the impetus – this is

continues. “The best place for them is with you, in your private home. If you were truly unwilling to raise them by hand – and I believe that you are – then I would, of

we agree that the boys should tay with me, why surprise me with this little…chat.

says, leaning forward to put his elbows on

“Leave her name out of your

she’s done to you, Victor. How she betrays you,” Walsh hisses. “Trying to get rid of your children, so that she can replace them with her own? Children which

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