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.

even taken a moment to say goodbye to Amelia as he left the party, to check on

him with every step. Why hadn’t they answered the door to their suite? If they were in there, why were they ignoring him? If they weren’t,

f**k.

it, small cracks radiating out from the divot made by his fist. He winces a little

hair and over his face. He needs to talk to

with no one answering. When that fails, he sends a text to the agency, who quickly respond to apologize, saying that they can’t get ahold of

f**k.

around his own suite even one more time, Victor strides for the door

he’s shocked to see a man standing there just at that moment, raising his fist to knock. The man jumps back, a little frightened by the angry Alpha that has appeared unbidden in front of

helped them find their rooms this morning. “What?” He growls, impatient to get rid of this man, to go find

front desk that you were inquiring about the location of Madame Ortega. That you

eyes going wide. Victor takes a deep breath and works to contain himself.

man says, straightening his stature as well as his tie. “Madame Ortega sought me out and asked for a private space for her boys

off here and he sweeps a hand towards the elevators, implying that he’d be happy to take Victor, should he

they head off to the bank of elevators, the

he and Amelia are to be married tomorrow – an incredible, sweeping

however, opens onto a small garden on an open terrace. The falls were nowhere in sight. Victor considers

grows produce and herbs. I

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

they walk, Victor breathes in the fresh scent of rosemary and basil. He can also hear the sounds of his children’s laugher before

finds himself growing calm when he sees Evelyn tucked up on a padded bench, the boys laughing and dancing before her. In front of them glows a small fire pit, lit for

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

bowing. “I hope you will forgive the liberty of bringing Alpha Kensington to you. He was asking about