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.”

such kindness in her face. “I

and steels himself again. Part of him wants to go to pieces before his mother – he knows she would

tugging firmly on his shirt in her hands. “For your people. I know

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 the past

has always talked straight to him. “I know, mother. I’m…becoming newly

raises her eyebrows and crossing her arms. “Getting rid of Amelia was the first

brow raised, surprised.

anyone who loves my son, who is his mate. But in the end, she turned out to be too selfish, too determined to privilege herself, to be the right one for you. Her person may

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

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

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

nods, feeling his hackles rise.

“No matter what,

timing is impeccable, as always. As she breezes off the terrace, his brother

for you, Victor. What are you doing,

as they

away from Victor as if he can’t stand the sight of his face. “Rejecting that perfectly acceptable woman

had to be done,”

it in private, away from prying eyes and the press.” He presses a hand to his forehead.

lips curl back, giving his brother a

says, gesturing back towards the inside of the venue. “They want a statement, answers, that you owe

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

the narrative –“ his

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

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

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

one day – I don’t need to make any