Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 82 – Bachelorette

Victor doesn’t go home for dinner, though his text to Amelia suggested that he would. Instead, he stays at his club and keeps drinking.

It’s not normally in his nature to be drunk – Victor likes a clear head, solid control over his body. Besides, with his Alpha metabolism, it takes a great deal to get him drunk. Even that night on the couch with Evelyn, she had been giggling after three drinks and he had been nowhere close to as bad.

He had perhaps pretended he was, to himself as well as her, but while she could blame her actions that night on the wine…he had been damn near sober.

But today, Victor wants to be drunk. Wants to lose his mind to the whiskey, to release his worries to the wind, to be blissfully unaware, for a few hours, of what he’s doing.

Amelia hadn’t sent him any texts, but she did tag him in her social media, so he knew that she, likewise, was out having her Bachelorette party. They followed tradition in all things, of course, which in wolf culture means they’re held on the same night so that they could end in The Hunt.

It was early yet – his hadn’t even started – but Amelia already looked stunning in a short, fluffy pink dress made of what looked like miles of tulle. It made her tan legs look like they ran on for miles.

Victor flicks through the media but doesn’t leave any comments, hearts, or thumbs-up on any of it. He considers that her attendance of her bachelorette means she’s moving forward with things, and, according to her huge smile in all of her pictures, is apparently thrilled to do so.

The wedding was going forth as presumed, then. She had accepted his terms.

Victor slowly shakes his head and put his phone face-down on the bar, signaling the bartender for another drink. Even if she had accepted it, was pressing on to the wedding…it still didn’t feel right. Victor knows she has something else up her sleeve, and he hates the idea of not knowing what it was.

The bartender places another glass in front of him and Victor takes a hefty gulp from it, barely tasting the burning liquid.

Holding the half-empty glass up at eye level to stare at its contents, Victor considers the chess game that he’s found himself in the middle of. At the core of it, he knows that the thing he needs to protect is his children, his lineage.

His opponent in this game is not John Walsh, not really – Walsh is just a temporary distraction, an obstacle to overcome. Instead, the foe is, in many ways, the whole world out to take from Victor everything he has built – his wonderful life, his children. It’s a cruel, jealous world, Victor knows knows, eagerly waiting to rip everything from his hands. He has to fight against it.

Amelia – this wonderful, ferocious, willful woman who he knows to the core of him is his mate. His equal

idea in his head, or

there is Evelyn. Victor huffs out his breath, knowing, on an equally visceral level, that there is something there, as well. Something with Evelyn. He has no words for it – he’s not sure there are words for

What is he thinking of?

his shoulder, making him

face of his younger brother, Rafe. Rafe’s face is much like his own, but his eyes wilder, with purple bags

smirking at Victor. He signals

faces he knows well – friends, cousins, classmates from his years at school, old teammates from childhood sports. He can’t help but smile to see them all – it’s been years, and he’s been so distracted. So

Victor’s shoulder.

okay,” Victor says, steadying himself and working to put on a happy face. Well, if not a happy face – he rarely has that – a less worried one. Victor looks down at himself

says, laughing. “Let’s get you fixed up.” They both grab their whiskeys and head towards the locker rooms of the sports club, where Victor’s Betas have delivered his

party is in full swing. The club is packed with Victor’s male associates, all dressed fashionably in suits and laughing as they drink and pick at the hors devours passed around by a pair of pretty cocktail waitresses. Victor stands at the back of this pack, his

drink to his lips. “Doesn’t look like you’re having much fun, Victor,”

kind of tradition was never

like, big brother? Whiskey, good times with the guys, and,” he nudges Victor with his elbow, “the good part is

looks just like him – the genetic similarities run strong in his family. Rafe is also strongly

responsibilities of pack leadership, Rafe embraced the indulgences of life, with all the privileges of an Alpha and none of the responsibilities. Victor sips his drink, watching his brother laugh and wondering why he always resented Rafe for taking advantage of that kind of freedom. Perhaps

is. Rafe could do so many great things, but he throws away his time on meaningless

Victor continues to look over his brother, a gong sounds at the back of the room. The collected men of the party begin to drop their voices in anticipation, knowing what’s coming

never would have agreed to participate in this if Amelia hadn’t insisted it would be “so