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.

knows, frankly. We can just move

says, catching my

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,

smile at that. “Nothing

him a kiss before he pulls away and heads

driveway, I see Victor standing, arms folded, watching us. I meet his gaze levelly for a moment before turning to my boys. I find

them and then glance between them and Victor, frustrated by

say, brushing past it. “Let’s go, time to get on the move!” I shoo the

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. Gloriously beautiful and, I presume,

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

in the party bus that took us camping. Victor climbs in after us, looking content to see Amelia and the boys content. I fold myself into a corner of the van, pulling out

anything important. If it wasn’t for the boys’ roles in the ceremony, I’d be

to the Beta at the front of the van. “Let’s roll

to pull out of the drive, one of a

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

to be beautiful!” Amelia chirps next to him, her excitement making her uncharacteristically

going to be a very pretty bride,” Alvin says,

so that she is eye level with