Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 85 – Fallout

There is a long moment where neither of us move. And then Victor groans – not the kind of groan he made just a few minutes ago, but the sound of a very tired man. He rolls back away from me, moving his hand from my hip.

Suddenly cold and awkward without the solid warmth of him behind me, I sit up and reach for my tshirt, which lays crumpled a foot away. As I do this, Victor pulls up his pants and re-buckles his belt, not looking at me. I pull the shirt over my head.

Then, we face each other, silent, sitting on my kitchen floor, me with my feet curled beneath me, him with his back against the cabinet, his legs bent in front of him and arms resting slack on top of his knees.

I don’t say a word, but stare at him, trying to gauge his emotions. Victor’s face is complex as he looks back at me. He runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, Evelyn,” he says, his voice measured. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I huff a laugh, shaking my head.

Victor frowns at me. “What?”

“Don’t talk about it like it’s something you did to me, Victor,” I say, angry. “It’s something that happened to both of us. We were both there! We did it.”

“Still,” he says. “I shouldn’t have.”

“Neither should I,” I say, shrugging, looking down at the floor. Despite that truth, I can’t bring myself to apologize.

“It was a…strange night,” he says, and I glance at him again. He’s looking off into the living room, thinking. “I had had a lot of whiskey tonight, and…it was The Hunt, you know.” He lets his voice drift off here.

I do know. Joyce and I had our own Hunt when we were engaged, but I refused him that night, wanting to wait for wedding night. A mistake, in retrospect. Still, I know what Victor means.

“Don’t do that,” I say, my voice hard. “Don’t try to blame whatever this is,” I gesture at the space between us, “on whatever drugs you took tonight off of some girl’s lips.”

He frowns at me, narrowing his eyes. “But that’s all it was. Without all the whiskey, the hallucinogens –“

“Victor,” I say, silencing him. “Don’t lie to me. This thing between us?” I pause, and the look he gives me lets me know he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “It has been brewing for weeks, months.”

think, but I’m not brave enough to voice

jaw and turns his gaze away. His hands tighten

baldly, and he whips his head to glare at

his face angry and

a deeper hurt. “You were on your Hunt tonight, Victor. You were supposed to find your bride, to ravish her. So

don’t know, Evelyn,” Victor says, his voice rising to a frustrated yell. I shush him then, glaring at him and then up the stairs where my boys are asleep. He snaps his mouth shut and nods once, silently agreeing to be quieter. “All I know is that I had a lot to drink and then…whatever

head slowly from side to side knowing, somehow, that he wasn’t confused at all. “What’s happening, Victor?” I

asks, looking me up and down. “We

growing firmer in my

at me.

my hands to my sides, encompassing everything – everything we feel, everything we’ve experienced, all the complications of his wedding, and

fine, Evelyn,” he growls, leaning forward. “It was one stupid

Victor.” I meet his eyes, knowing that

return to normal

I voice my thoughts aloud. He goes

shake my head. “And whenever you want me, I’m going to be here, wanting

to be like that, Evelyn,” Victor

you going to marry her?” I ask, lifting my chin

nothing, just returns my

as the tears slip down my cheeks. “I can never compete

his hands, knowing that I’m

my feet. “I’ll take the boys, we’ll move

scrambling to stand as well. “You can’t go – you can’t take

my hands, grab my arms. “No, Victor. We can’t live like this. We tried, but Amelia…god, I can’t believe

putting his hands in his pockets as if the