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.

with Amelia – this wonderful, ferocious, willful woman who

then…god damnit. Has Walsh put this idea in

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 it,

and rubs his hand down his face. Ancient words? What is he thinking of? He stares into his glass suspiciously. Perhaps he has

slaps on his

like his own, but his eyes wilder, with purple bags beneath them. Though Rafe is two years his junior, in some ways he

us, big brother?” Rafe says, smirking at Victor. He signals the bar

old teammates from childhood sports. He can’t help but smile to see them all – it’s

squeezes the hand still on Victor’s shoulder.

Well, if not a happy face – he rarely has that – a less worried one. Victor looks down at himself and realizes that he’s not even dressed for the evening, still in the casual suit he’d put on

“Let’s get you fixed up.” They both grab their whiskeys and head towards the locker rooms of

laughing as they drink and pick at the hors devours passed around by a pair of pretty cocktail

his own drink to his lips. “Doesn’t look like you’re

together, holding back his true response. “This kind of tradition was never really my idea of a good time,” he

with the guys, and,” he nudges Victor with his elbow, “the good part is yet to

really look at him. In some ways, Rafe looks just like him – the genetic similarities run strong in his family. Rafe is also strongly built Alpha stock, with broad shoulders and a powerfully muscled frame. However,

the third son. With two brothers ahead of him to inherit the 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

Rafe could do so many great things, but he throws away his time on meaningless pleasures. Victor doesn’t know how Rafe can stomach that

his brother, a gong sounds at the back of the room. The collected men of

such a ridiculous tradition. He never would have agreed to participate in this if Amelia hadn’t insisted it would