Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 87 – Let the Wedding Weekend Begin

“No, no!” Amelia says, skittering across the driveway. “That box goes on top of the packages,” she says, a big smile pasted on her face as she redirects a Beta. “Very delicate things in that one.”

The driveway is chaos, I think, as I stand with my arms folded across my chest. My two boys and I are each standing at the edge with our one little suitcase each, watching as Amelia packs three busloads of wedding supplies into a fleet of vans.

Victor stands across the drive, surveying everything but largely letting Amelia take the lead. When the final box disappears into the final van, she claps her hands and gives a little squeal.

“Okay!” she says, dashing over to Victor and throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. “That’s everything! We’re ready to go!”

He gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek and then snaps his fingers. Most of the Betas climb into the vans and waiting cars, coming with us on the trip. A small few peel away to the house, staying behind.

Edgar, unfortunately, is one of that group.

He comes over to me, giving me a big smile and wrapping me up in a hug. I laugh and return the hug. Encouraged, Edgar picks me up off my feet and spins me around a little.

“I wish you were coming,” I whisper into his ear. I mean it, too – everything would be so much easier with Edgar there.

“I know,” he murmurs back to me, straightening up and putting me back on my feet. “But I’ve got to stay here. Victor’s put me in charge of the Walsh reconnaissance, and honestly, I’ll feel better knowing I’m doing something to help you.”

I smile at him again, putting a mittened hand on his cheek. “You’re too good to me,” I say, knowing the truth of the statement more than he does. I work hard to keep the guilt out of my voice.

Though we haven’t spoken it, Victor and I have tacitly agreed not to tell Amelia and Edgar of our mistake that night. She was pissed that he didn’t find her during the hunt, I know, but he told her that he was just too drunk and went home to sleep it off. The Betas, if they know anything, are keeping silent.

no one knows, frankly. We can just move on with

catching

moving closer and speaking softly so the boys don’t hear me. “Let’s talk more about…next steps. I think I want to move out of the cottage,” I say, nodding towards my happy little home. “Move somewhere more private. Where you and I

at that. “Nothing

him a kiss before he pulls

watching us. I meet his gaze levelly for a moment before turning to

and then glance between them and Victor, frustrated by all this

go, time to get on the move!” I shoo the boys towards the waiting van,

– that the house is no fit place for a wedding of three hundred people, Amelia selected a beautiful estate about an hour away for the venue. It’s a vast mansion set against a waterfall, with sweeping terraces and a professional staff used to catering to the rich and famous.

think, getting into the van. I wouldn’t personally blow hundreds of thousands of dollars on

and the boys content. I fold myself into a corner of the van, pulling out a

important. If it wasn’t for

the front of the van. “Let’s roll

the van starts to pull out of the drive, one of a caravan of about twenty cars headed to the

do we need all this stuff,” Ian says, his hands and face pressed against the

we want the wedding to be beautiful!” Amelia chirps next to him,

Alvin says, studying her

forward so that she