Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 95 – At the Altar

Victor stands at the head of the room, his groomsmen spread out next to him in a line. He forces a smile onto his face, mostly for the sake of the awaiting crowd. He is a happy groom, after all.

As each of Amelia’s bridesmaids come down the aisle, he gives them a nod. Each of them lovely women, all Alpha-born, the perfect group of friends that Amelia has carefully curated over the years. Passively, he wonders if she actually cares about any of them, or if they’re each selected just for their political or social media connections.

It’s what an Alpha’s wife would do, Victor thinks. But…

The last bridesmaid comes down the aisle and the music swells. Victor shakes his head, clearing it of these thoughts and focusing his eyes on the end of the aisle. Amelia will be beautiful, he knows. He stands up straight, anticipating the shock of joy and love that will hit him when he finally sees her.

Until now, he hasn’t really felt that on this, his wedding day.

The doors to the Bridal Suite’s vestibule open and Amelia steps out, taking her father’s hand. They exchange a few words as the door snicks shut behind her. The pair then begin to walk the few steps to the aisle, where they will start their journey to the altar.

As Amelia makes her final turn and stands before him, Victor does, indeed, find his breath stolen away. His eyes skim over her beautiful body, her gown, her angelic face, as she begins to take those first steps. Her pearl-lined shoes peek out from beneath yards of tulle and she smiles at him, confident, her expression at once serene and excited.

He returns her smile, shaking his head a little at this marvel that is his fiancé, but –

Victor blinks twice, realizing that something is wrong.

Where –

He looks around, seeking his sons. They were supposed to walk out in front of Amelia, her honor guard down the aisle, but they’re nowhere in sight.

Victor quickly scans the guests, looking for them, but they’re not seated either. He even checks his line of groomsmen, wondering if they got mixed up and were standing in line –

No, nothing.

Victor looks for Evelyn, knowing that she

is missing

steps at the front of the altar, moving towards Amelia. The crowd stills, unsettled. Amelia stops walking,

with worry, Victor

Ian and Alvin?” He asks in

and embarrassed, “get back to the Altar – what are you doing! I haven’t even finished – this is

moving his head back and forth just a millimeter, the tiniest of negations. He can’t believe that Amelia is worried about her “moment” when his

he suddenly realizes that of course he can believe that. It’s precisely

says, his voice still a whisper, but now tinged with a growl. “I know they went into the Bridal Suite with Evelyn, why didn’t they

and huffs. “They’re fine, Victor! They just didn’t

to take a step further down the aisle. Amelia

He says, his brows drawing together with concern. Now he really needs to go to them – they

to see him walking the

the bridal suite. Before he can rip the door open, someone grabs his arm. Victor turns quickly to see Amelia’s father behind him. “You will

his direction. Who the hell did this man think he was? Amelia was Alpha born, but barely – her father was the leader of a new pack, barely twenty-five years old. He has no

has he really fallen this low

hands off me,” the words rip from Victor’s throat, filled with threat, tinged with murder. “The next time you touch me, dare to command me, you’ll be able to count on one hand

appalled, Victor roars, a sound of pure fury. “I seek my sons and heirs,”

words. This is not the weak-willed Alpha Kensington they’ve heard was pushed around

turns back to his task, his attention firmly on the vestibule door. He yanks the handle hard enough to pull it off its hinges and it flies open. He takes two steps into the room, his

eyes take in the scene, not yet knowing what to do