Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 93 – Negotiations

Victor steels himself at the door of his suite, leaning his forehead against it before going in. “She told me to go to Amelia,” he whispers to himself. “This is…this is right.”

It must be right, after all. He wouldn’t have a mating bond with Amelia if she wasn’t perfect for him – his Luna, the woman of his dreams. Evelyn was right. Despite…everything…that he feels for Evelyn, he can never give her all of himself if another woman is his mate.

He’s been selfish, really, treating Evelyn like this. Going to her the night before his wedding, hoping that she will beg him to leave Amelia, to run away with her.

God, he thinks. If she’d done it…I might have gone.

He shakes his head, clearing the thought, angry with himself. If he wanted Evelyn, if that was his choice, why was he expecting her to ask him? After everything she’d already been through tonight, facing his family, who said such horrible things to her. To make her humble herself and begin him to run away with her, the night before his own wedding, while his mate waits downstairs?

Victor grits his teeth, hating himself for the coward he is. Then he straightens himself up, brushing his hands over his suitcoat. He’s frustrated at himself for being selfish and immature, but knows that it’s time to show both of these women the respect they deserve.

Evelyn was right, he assures himself. Amelia is his mate, and he’s got to respect that, for all of them. She is the woman he is meant to be with, and he ows her that respect.

But if he’s going to marry her, then there’s something he wants in return.

Amelia is there when Victor pushes open his door, dressed still in her silk cream rehearsal gown. She is stunning, as usual, and Victor pauses in the doorway to take her in as she stands in the middle of the room, her head tilted to the side as she pulls at the back of her earring.

“Where did you go?” she asks. “My dad wanted to have an after-dinner drink with you.”

“I’m sorry,” Victor says, closing the door behind him. “I wanted to check on Evelyn and the boys.”

He carefully gauges her reaction. He refuses to lie, but knows that his immediate exit from the party to check on Evelyn could very well set Amelia off. He’s surprised when, instead of losing her temper, she grimaces.

“I heard, through the grapevine, what your father and brother said to her. While I appreciate that they’re on my side, that was really rotten of them.” She takes out her other earring and place both on a bedside table, coming over to him. “Is she all right?”

fine,” he says. “Evelyn is made of stern

wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing

her back from him

eyes at him, but doesn’t say

do this tomorrow

about to

putting a hand on her shoulder. She slowly closes her mouth, swallowing her protest and letting

confused. “What, precisely, is

property. She wants a little bit more freedom. The boys are still my sons and heirs, and we’ll see them all the time, but Evelyn herself wants

I to build a life, and to incorporate the

up at him. “I do too, and tomorrow is the start of it

your assurance that the life we start

this. We decided that I could have a little time, that I still need to finish my career – I’ve still got Paris runways booked this spring, and I can’t miss

up

then nods, admitting that he

you wanted Evelyn gone – she’s going.” He doesn’t admit to her that Evelyn planned to leave of her own accord; somehow, in this moment, that detail doesn’t strike Victor

taking her face in his hands, “is that we begin trying. I have given you everything that you’ve asked

Victor,” she whispers, smiling at him. “Okay. We’ll start trying tomorrow.” She shrugs. “I can walk in Paris fashion week even

pulling her close. Amelia leans into the kiss, loving her sweet,

to get out of here now. I’ve booked you the suite next door.” She walks over to the table by the door and picks up a fancy key with a tassel hanging from the end. “All of your stuff is already over

her hand. “A ridiculous tradition, I think,” he says, looking down at it and then meeting her eyes.

will be,” she says, putting her hands against his chest and leaning into him, “when the first time