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.

next move? He can see, on one hand, his future with Amelia – this wonderful, ferocious, willful woman

Walsh put this idea in his

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 it, or perhaps words so

he thinking of? He stares into his glass suspiciously. Perhaps

on his shoulder,

Rafe’s face is much like his own, but his eyes wilder, with purple bags beneath them. Though Rafe is two years

He signals the bar tender, who

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 much of Victor’s life is dedicated to his work that he’s neglected

on Victor’s shoulder. “You

a less worried one. Victor looks down at himself and realizes that he’s not

“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

at the hors devours passed around by a pair of pretty cocktail waitresses. Victor stands at the back of this pack, his

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

of tradition was never really my idea

big brother? Whiskey, good times with the guys, and,” he nudges Victor with his

– the genetic similarities run strong in his family. Rafe is also strongly built Alpha

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

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

room. The

He never would have agreed to participate in this if Amelia hadn’t