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?”

“She’s fine,” he says. “Evelyn

she murmurs, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the

him for a

her eyes at him, but doesn’t say a

do this tomorrow

opens her mouth, angry, about to protest,

this tomorrow,” he amends, putting a hand on her shoulder. She slowly closes her mouth, swallowing her protest and letting him continue. “I

says, confused. “What,

a little bit more freedom. The boys are

glad about that. And I agree, it will be simpler for you and I to build a life, and to incorporate the boys

up at him. “I do too, and tomorrow is the start of it all.” She leans in for a kiss,

“I need your assurance that the

that I could have a little time, that I still need to finish my career – I’ve still got Paris runways booked

he says, voice low. “If we’re going to be married, I want to start our family. Now. You moved up the wedding date so that you

and then nods, admitting that

that Evelyn planned to leave of her own accord; somehow, in this moment, that detail doesn’t strike Victor as relevant. Amelia nods

begin trying. I have given you everything that you’ve

into her mouth. But then she exhales, and looks up into his eyes. “Okay, Victor,” she whispers, smiling at him. “Okay. We’ll start trying tomorrow.” She shrugs. “I can walk in Paris

laughs a little and kisses her, pulling her close. Amelia leans into the kiss, loving

the suite next door.” She walks over to the table by the door and picks up a fancy key with a tassel hanging from

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

fun it will be,” she says, putting her hands against his chest and