Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 91 – Last-minute Calls

“Ridiculous,” Victor growls, pacing his room. He slams a fist against the wall.

He saw his brother accost Evelyn on her way out of the room, saw her slam that plate of food into Rafe’s chest. Victor had been standing with his father, still giving him a piece of his mind, when it happened.

He had stopped mid-sentence, though, and stormed forward, intent on meeting Evelyn at the elevator, eager to make amends.

Before he could get out of the room, though, Amelia had grabbed his hand. “If you leave now,” she had hissed. “I will never forgive you, Victor. Let her go.”

Victor had snapped his head back to the elevators, but the door was already closing behind Evelyn and the boys.

Amelia had wrapped her arms around him then, looking like she was a happy bride holding her groom close the night before her wedding. But in his ear, she had whispered, “do not embarrass me, Victor, by chasing after another woman at our dress rehearsal. We have things to do tonight. She is fine, let her go.”

When Amelia had pulled out of the hug, she had a big smile on her face, pretending, for the life of her, that everything was fine. But he could tell, already, that she was on edge.

“Fine,” he had said, and he knew that she was right. Evelyn was out of the room now and could handle herself. He had to pay attention to his chosen bride.

The rest of the evening had been a nightmare of fake smiles and laughter, of going through the motions of the wedding. Victor did it all, but the entire time, he couldn’t keep Evelyn out of his head.

It was his fault, all his fault, for thinking he could bring her here and not have her be tortured by his family, shamed by them. He felt such guilt about that. But beneath it all, he felt a deeper disconnection from the wedding itself.

Amelia was right – why did it matter to him if his family didn’t like Evelyn? The insult to her was unfortunate, but minimal, especially considering her plans to move off his property and out of his life. She had faced worse in her life than a few insults from some petty Alphas, so why had he let it ruin his night?

Why, despite his knowledge that she was okay, had he only been able to think of Evelyn through the entire rehearsal, and not concentrate on Amelia, his beautiful bride?

As soon as the event had ended, he had snuck away. Gone straight to the elevators and pressed the button for floor 12. As soon as the doors opened, he had stridden across the hall to pound on the door of Evelyn’s suite. No one had answered.

he left the party, to check on her plans for the evening.

building in him with

f**k.

his fist. He

through his hair and over his face. He

number on speed dial. It rings and rings, with no one answering. When that fails, he sends a text to the agency, who quickly respond to apologize, saying

f**k.

himself, to pace around his own suite even one more time, Victor strides for the

fist to knock. The man jumps back, a little frightened by the angry Alpha that has

find their rooms this morning. “What?” He growls, impatient to get rid

the butler says quickly, bowing slightly, fear still in his voice. “I heard from the front desk that you were

growls, taking a step forward. The butler stumbles back a step, his eyes going wide. Victor takes a deep breath and works to contain himself. “I

straightening his stature as well as his tie. “Madame Ortega sought me out and asked for a private space for her boys and she to enjoy a small dinner, where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

the elevators, implying that he’d be

the bank of elevators, the butler almost skipping to

and the doors open onto the roof. Victor blinks, looking around, confused. He had been expecting the ballroom where he and Amelia are to be married tomorrow – an incredible, sweeping room with a

terrace. The falls were nowhere in sight. Victor considers this, and concludes that they must be on the other side of the

the butler explains, stepping off the elevator, “where he grows produce and herbs. I knew that Madame Ortega and her

butler, who looks up at him seriously. “Thank you.” He says, truly grateful. “That is…thank you.

he leads Victor forward through the neat rows of greenery. As they walk, Victor breathes in the fresh scent of rosemary and basil. He can also hear the sounds of

before her. In front of them glows a small fire pit, lit for warmth, as well as a small

Evelyn says, smiling at the butler as he comes into view. “Welcome back.” Her face falls a

will forgive the liberty of bringing Alpha Kensington to you. He was asking