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.

it was pride that made him do it – there was no reason he couldn’t lead his pack from his chair. But Henry refused, stepping aside and leaving Victor to pick

pack, intent on killing Henry. If it was true, that pack had assumed that Victor, as heir, would be too young

transformed his father’s pack from a relic into one of the most technologically advanced and powerful packs

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

my boys now, up at his wife, who stands at his side. “Take these boys to get something to eat, they’re hungry.” Victor’s mother nods and follows

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

slowly looks me up and down, taking in every aspect of my form, judging me. “This is the young woman

I say, moving a step forward and holding out my hand. “Evelyn Ortega, sir. It is a

father looks at my hand with distaste and then shifts his gaze to Victor’s face. “Why

hesitate and then drop my hand, realizing that he has no intention of recognizing me any further. Victor’s brow lowers as he

a service for you, yes,” his eyes flick over me again, “and perhaps she still does. But that’s no reason to keep

little more than Victor’s w***e. I move to turn away but Victor grabs my arm, holding me next to him. “Evelyn,” he growls, “is my sons’ mother, her presence

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 doesn’t need

“But one day, my sons will inherit this pack.” I lean forward, baring my teeth as I whisper my final words

children. I don’t feel Victor at my 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 rather die than serve macaroni

up to their

reaching for his.

she’s not falling for it. “Let’s go eat these by the waterfall!” Then, under my breath, I add, “for fun, we can guess

out of their chairs, coming around the table to

with you?” Marissa says, standing slowly. “I would like more time

to me, but your