Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 90 – Brother in Law

“Oh, you poor baby!” I croon, taking a step forward and taking Rafe’s face in my hands, angling it to study his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I was so eager to get that horse fly off your face that I must have swung too hard.”

I speak loudly enough that the people nearest us can hear, my face a mask of motherly concern. But my heart is still steel, and full of hatred for this horrible man.

Rafe smirks at me, nodding his head in concession. I’ve won this one. What’s his option at this moment besides going along with me? He’s certainly not going to cry like a baby, telling everyone that I smacked him.

“Barely a sting, Evelyn,” he murmurs, raising a hand to grasp my wrist. The gesture looks to everyone else like brotherly affection, but he grips my wrist harder than he needs to.

“Better put some ice on it, then,” I say, my own voice cold. As everyone begins to turn their attention elsewhere, I drop my friendly façade and pull away from him. With a withering glare, I rip my wrist from his hand and turn away, looking for my sons.

I don’t want to admit it, but I’m a little shaken by my encounter with Rafe. Thank god Victor’s mother warned me; if that had come completely out of the blue, I don’t know what I’d have done.

As there’s nothing I can do about it now, though, I turn my attention to my children. I spot them at the long rectangular table of honor at the front of the room, speaking to a grey-haired man seated in a wheel chair. Victor is there, too, and his mother. I bite my lip as I head their way.

It’s time, I guess, to meet the patriarch.

I walk slowly up to the group gathered around the man in the wheel chair, moving behind Victor. I tug at his sleeve lightly to let him know I’m there. He turns his head and gives me a smile, making room for me in the group.

As Victor moves aside I am able to see my two boys standing in front of their grandfather. He speaks to them with a stern expression, but I can tell by the light in his eyes that he – like everyone else – is quite taken with my clever, handsome boys. I fold my hands together in front of me, pleased that this aspect of the night, at least, is going well.

As Henry Kensington speaks to his grandsons, I take him in. He’s distinguished, certainly, in his neatly pressed suit coat. He even has a matching blanket draped over his knees, the tassels of which fall almost to the shiny shoes which sit on the footrests of his wheelchair.

Everyone knows the story, of course, of the car accident that took Henry Kensington’s ability to walk from him. Victor was only in his early twenties at the time, an unheard-of age to take over a pack, but his father insisted on stepping down.

lead his pack from his chair. But Henry

from a rival pack, intent on killing Henry. If it was true, that pack had assumed that Victor, as heir, would be too young to cope with leadership and that the Kensington resources would be

been wrong, though. In an incredibly short amount of time, Victor had transformed his father’s pack from a relic into one of the most technologically advanced and powerful packs in

resented his son for his success, for rising to the challenge which he himself had

who stands at his side. “Take these boys to get something to eat,

for direction. I nod and smile at them, encouraging them to go. They

Kensington says, turning his gaze to me. He slowly looks me up and down, taking in every aspect of my form, judging me. “This is the young

step forward and holding out my hand. “Evelyn Ortega, sir. It is a pleasure to meet

shifts his

further. Victor’s brow lowers as he frowns, realizing the same. “She is my

Henry interrupts and corrects. “Get rid of her, boy. She has no place at this event. She performed a service for you, yes,” his eyes flick over me again, “and perhaps

move to turn away but

his father interrupts, at once authoritative and a little bored, “is an insult to your bride. Honestly,” he leans forward and lowers his voice, “keep the woman, if you like her, but don’t parade her in front of Amelia like that.” He turns his head to look me in the eyes as he snarls, “she

much pride in my voice as I can. “But one day, my sons will inherit this pack.” I lean forward, baring my teeth as I whisper my final words to him. “And I will

side as I move towards Marissa and the boys. They’re sitting together, apparently having a pleasant time, talking as they eat the macaroni and cheese that Marissa surely ordered just for them. Amelia would

directly up to their

says, reaching for his. “I’m

working to put a smile on my face. Marissa studies me and I can tell that she’s not falling for it. “Let’s go eat these by the waterfall!” Then, under

table to me. The darkness of my comment is,

slowly. “I would

say, “but no. You have been kind to me, but your husband and your son have been egregious