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?”

relieved. “She’s fine,” he says. “Evelyn is

wrapping her arms around his neck and

from him for

him, but doesn’t say

we do this tomorrow

angry, about to

closes her mouth, swallowing her protest and letting him continue. “I just want to make sure we have all of our

confused. “What, precisely, is out

longer wants to live on our property. She wants a little bit more freedom. The boys are still my sons and heirs,

nods. “Yes, I thought you’d be glad about that. And I agree, it will be simpler for you and I to build a life, and to incorporate the boys in it, if we’re the only ones living on our property. But Amelia,” he pauses here, searching her face.

his hands and smiling up at him. “I do too, and tomorrow is the start of it all.” She leans in for a kiss, but Victor pulls back, resisting until he

need your assurance

time, that I

“If we’re going to be married, I want to start our family. Now. You moved up the wedding date so that you would have an official role in this family, and I didn’t push you on

for a moment and then nods, admitting that

Evelyn gone – she’s going.” He doesn’t admit to her that Evelyn planned to leave of her own accord; somehow,

in his hands, “is that we begin trying. I have given you

sucking her bottom lip 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

kiss, loving her sweet, sexy, complicated Alpha

picks up a fancy key with a tassel hanging from the end. “All of your stuff is

says, looking down at it and then meeting her eyes. “To spend

hands against his chest and leaning