Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 83

#Chapter 83 – The Hunt

Victor and the members of the hunt prowl through the streets of the city, searing for their prey. They sniff the air and follow their instincts, seeking their other halves, the partners with whom they will consummate their hunt. For those amongst his parties who are mated pairs, this means their partners, who will be attending Amelia’s simultaneous bachelorette.

For those who are unmated and unmarried, it means finding the someone who will slake their desires that evening, an as-yet unidentified quarry.

It was an old wolf ceremony, started hundreds of years ago, nobody remembers by whom. But for grooms and brides long ago, it was a chance to try out the relationship before committing to it for a lifetime. One night of passion to see if the match were compatible, fertile.

The Alphas hundreds of years ago who invented the ceremony believed that the hunt was magic, that it spurred mating bonds to connect. They thought that drugs mixed with the ceremony to create something ethereal that allowed Alphas to smell and pursue those who would best satisfy their needs, be their body’s match as well as their soul’s.

Children conceived on this night were considered particularly lucky.

Of course, Victor knows it’s all nonsense – just an excuse for men to let loose and let their wolves run free.

Some of the men of Victor’s party found their pairs already in the forms of the willing handmaidens who began the ceremony. Rafe had been one of theses. Uninterested in exerting himself more than necessary, he had waved Victor goodbye while pulling a gold-painted woman into his lap, scattering her flowers all over the floor.

Victor, however, was unwilling to take the first willing woman who crossed his path. He had rarer tastes than that.

As Victor prowls through the streets, the whiskey and the hallucinogens combine further in his bloodstream, blacking out his earlier worries and allowing him to concentrate on the pursuit of his mate, to give himself over to the chase.

He sniffs the air, eyes closed, seeking any sign of her on the wind. Nothing, yet – but the anticipation only makes it sweeter.

The men prowl forward in their pack, heading, presumably, for the party where the women wait for them. No matter how long it takes, they will find them.

Victor allows the pack to surge forward around him, falling to the back so that he can get a better sense of the night air. He trusts his friends to lead him true, but he wants to give his own instincts a chance to kick in. He wants to feel the wolf in him rise to the surface, to taste the wind, to smell her on it.

There.

snaps to the left. There. He

pulls away from the group as they surge down the street, having picked up their own mates’ tracks. His own must be playing a wily trick on him tonight, going her own way. He follows the scent, which is

his animal instincts. The worries of his life have been put aside, just for a moment, and he finds himself wolf incarnate: seeking, hunting, free in the night air,

in weeks, not since that

a moment – his sons, his two wonderful

back to his basest self, his wolf. He stalks through the woods, briefly recognizing that he has left the city behind. He

Where is she?

some part of

“are

ignores it,

transponders click behind him

“He’s here –“

let him pass

“He doesn’t seem…himself…”

it matter? It’s his house, who are we to stop

beyond them and he’s alone again, Victor and the night, with her scent those lights ahead of him. A small house develops

steps of the back porch and grasps the handle of the

to the woman standing at the center of her kitchen.

arm around her waist, his other hand moving up her back, her neck, to tangle in her

focusing

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