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 her face. “I know it is not easy on

before his mother

to stay strong,” she whispers, tugging firmly on his shirt in her hands. “For your people. I know it is hard, but

but it’s

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

for his mother, who has always talked straight to him. “I

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

meets her eyes, his own brow raised,

selfish, too determined to privilege herself,

steel to her voice

straighten his tie. “Amelia has left, and I thought you should know.” He nods, grateful again for

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. You are

nods, feeling his hackles rise.

are welcome, darling.” She says, brushing his cheek softly with her hand and then turning away. “No matter

off the

for you,

them as they swiftly approach,

embarrassment,” his father growls, shaking his head and looking away from Victor as if he can’t stand the sight of his face. “Rejecting that perfectly

to be

done it in private, away from prying eyes and the

back, giving his brother a silent snarl. As if Rafe hasn’t done anything but be an embarrassment

gesturing back towards the inside of the

of his

must control the narrative –“ his

in a few days when things have calmed down. It is a circus now, and I will not be further part

Rafe says, his voice smug. “I’d make sure

him, condescending. “You’re just the third son, who has never had to make a hard decision in his life. So excuse me,” Victor says, giving him a mocking little bow, “if

them slightly, contemplative. “I’ve ruined Amelia’s life enough for one day – I don’t