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.”

with such kindness in

before his mother – he knows she would let him.

she whispers, tugging firmly on his shirt in her hands. “For your people. I know it is

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

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

has always talked straight to him.

raises her eyebrows and crossing her arms. “Getting rid of Amelia was the first step.” She hesitates, and

raised, surprised. “I always

his mate. But in the end, she turned out to be too selfish, too determined to privilege herself, to be

she can, but there is steel to her voice as well. Victor nods, grateful for his

“Amelia has left, and I thought

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 make big decisions.” She folds her arms and holds his gaze. “I won’t tell you what to do, Victor. But stick to your guns before them.

nods, feeling his hackles

his cheek softly with her hand and then turning away. “No

As she breezes off the terrace,

for you, Victor. What are you doing, hiding out

as they

can’t stand the sight of his face. “Rejecting that perfectly acceptable woman like that, in

had to be done,” Victor

if it did,” his father says, his eyes snapping to Victor. “You should have done it in private, away

his father can’t see him. Victor’s lips curl back, giving

waiting,” his father says, gesturing back towards the inside of the venue. “They want a statement, answers, that

Victor says, taking a much-needed sip of his whiskey. “They’ve got enough to

control the narrative –“ his father

statement in a few days when

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

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

“I’ve ruined Amelia’s life enough for one day – I don’t need to make any statements to stop