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.

as he left the party, to check

was Evelyn? Even now, he is frantic, needing to know, needing to check on her. Where are his boys? He paces his room, anger and anxiety building in him with every step. Why hadn’t they answered the door to their suite? If they were in there, why were they ignoring

f**k.

made by his fist. He winces a little at the pain, and stares at the damaged wall. Suddenly, he’s ashamed of

hair and over his face. He needs to

phone and dials the number on speed dial. It rings and rings, with no one answering. When that

f**k.

more time, Victor strides

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

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

slightly, fear still in his voice. “I heard from the front desk that you were inquiring

a step forward. The butler stumbles back a step, his eyes going wide. Victor takes

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

hand towards the elevators, implying

the bank of elevators, the butler almost skipping to keep up with

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

elevator, however, opens onto a small garden on an open terrace. The falls were nowhere in sight. Victor considers this, and concludes that they must be on the other

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

at him seriously. “Thank you.” He

forward through the neat rows of greenery. As they walk, Victor breathes in the fresh scent of rosemary and basil. He

before her. In front of them glows a small fire pit, lit for warmth, as well as a small bistro table set with a light dinner of bread, cheese,

smiling at the butler as he comes into view. “Welcome back.” Her face

the liberty of bringing Alpha Kensington to