Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 97 – Alone

Victor stands alone on a terrace facing the waterfall, a large glass of whiskey in his hand. He stands close to the railing, his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of the spray on his face.

He does his very best, in this moment, to feel nothing, lest his emotions completely overwhelm him. He breathes a sigh through gritted teeth, and then a laugh.

He is an Alpha, for god’s sake. He is supposed to be better at this, at controlling himself, his situation, his world. Or even, at the bare minimum, his emotions.

But he feels, truly, that if he feels even one thing in this moment, that the tumult of everything in his life, everything he wants to feel and has been pressing down, will overwhelm him, and he’ll just collapse.

Victor steels himself against this, imagining that his bones are titanium, and around them his muscles are iron, that he’s complete and indestructible and strong.

It helps. For now, at least, it helps. He feels like he can handle it all again, for this moment, at least.

Opening his eyes, he laughs a small, sardonic laugh. He imagines that his therapist, wherever she is, would tell him to let himself feel his feelings. That he’s just been through a very difficult and traumatic day and that he needs to recognize that, to give himself some grace.

He’s an Alpha, but he’s still a person, she would say.

Evelyn flashes to his mind in the moment and he smiles, knowing that she would probably say the same thing.

These therapists, all alike.

Still, the thought of her, smiling at him, giving him her own strength, fortifies him.

“Victor?” He turns, blinking, surprised to hear a voice. He asked not to be disturbed.

The past few hours had been a whirlwind – hotel staff wanting direction, Amelia’s father’s rage at being denied an audience, speaking briefly to Beta Stephen about the draft of a press relief. This is the first moment he’s been able to be alone, and he had savored it.

Still, he knows that voice, and is unsurprised to see his mother walking towards him.

“Victor?” she asks again, her voice worried. “Are you all right?”

He puts out an arm and his mother tucks herself into it, wrapping him in a hug of her own. He lets her hold him, for a moment, before straightening himself. “I’m fine, mom. It’s been…well, you know. It’s been quite a day.”

at him with such kindness in her face. “I know it is

go to pieces before his mother – he knows

firmly on his shirt in her hands. “For your people. I know it is hard, but you cannot let yourself

top of her head. The opposite advice of his therapist, but it’s advice that best matches his instincts and experience as an Alpha, at the

know it is hard, Victor,” she says, pulling away from him. “But you’ve lost a lot of face, today, with the media, and with your people. And your reputation has suffered over

for his mother, who has always talked straight to him. “I know, mother. I’m…becoming newly aware. I’ve got

was the

eyes, his own brow raised,

be too selfish, too determined to privilege herself, to be the

steel to her voice as well. Victor nods, grateful for his confirmation of

“Amelia has left, and

father and your brother are coming out here in a minute,” she continues, surveying him to make sure he passes muster. “They are going to pressure you to talk to the press, to

his hackles rise. “Thank you,

darling.” She says, brushing his cheek softly with her hand and then turning away. “No matter what, I am on your side,” she

As she breezes off the

for you, Victor. What are you

nothing, watching them as they swiftly approach, their

can’t stand the sight of

be done,”

his eyes snapping to Victor. “You should have done it in private, away from prying

secure in the knowledge that his father can’t see him. Victor’s lips curl back, giving his brother a silent

the inside of the

speaking to anyone,” Victor says, taking a much-needed sip of his whiskey. “They’ve got enough to chew on for a

control the narrative –“

narrative. I’ll issue a statement in a few days when things have calmed down.

you,” Rafe says, his voice smug. “I’d make sure Amelia didn’t get

Victor shoots back at him, condescending. “You’re just the third son, who has never had to make a hard decision in his life. So excuse me,”

away from them slightly, contemplative. “I’ve ruined Amelia’s life enough for one day – I don’t need to make any statements to