Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 105 – Amelia’s Return

Victor began the work of incorporating Rogue wolves into his Beta forces immediately. The next morning, he received a call from Edgar letting him know that there were dozens of Rogues lined up outside the doors of his training barracks. Word traveled fast, and they were eager for the opportunity to prove themselves.

Excited by the news, Victor headed out from his home early and spent the day at his military encampment, speaking to his head Betas to see what they thought the best methods were for testing and incorporation. They spent hours coming up with a plan.

Only the best and most suitable Rogues would be accepted into military positions. Others, likewise worthy but perhaps less physically capable or inclined, could still find useful positions. Those with truly objectionable histories would be declined, but they agreed that everyone would be interviewed.

“You’re doing a good thing here,” Edgar had said to Victor, a little choked up. Victor had put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Edgar himself had never been Rogue, but had had some rough teenage years. A little longer, and he could have found himself in that position, but Victor had found him before he could fall through the cracks.

“I’d like you to take lead on this,” Victor had said, studying him closely. Edgar had nodded, pleased at the idea, and gone straight to work. Victor had watched him go, proud to have honored him with a program about which he was clearly passionate. He didn’t let himself consider that this also meant that Edgar would have less time to hang around at Evelyn’s house.

Edgar was going to be very, very busy.

That night, Victor comes home tired. However, it’s the good kind of tired which comes from knowing that good work has been done. As he walks in the door he takes of his suit jacket, handing it to a waiting Burton, and loosens his tie.

“Dinner in thirty minutes, sir?” Burton asks.

“That will be fine,” Victor murmurs, heading into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water.

As he drinks it, he sees motion out by the pool and leans towards the window to get a further look. Liking what he sees, he smirks and heads out back.

“What are you all doing out here?” he asks, sipping his water and walking up to the two lounge chairs his mother and Evelyn are sitting on, next to the pool. He stares into the pool, shaking his head. “And you two are actually swimming?”

It’s not as cold as it was before, but it’s still late December. The two boys are splashing around in the pool in their summer swim trunks, both wearing goggles.

the heat on the pool to eighty-eight degrees.” Victor gapes at this news and looks to see, indeed, that a small layer of

swimming in soup, papa!”

keeping his whole body in the water except for his face, which he floats at the top. “When we get out we feel

going to cost you a fortune, Victor, but

laughing. “Something I’d never thought I’d see – a pool day before New

is, with everyone getting along and enjoying themselves. He closes

seems to be going just

“Hello, Victor.”

voice. He presses his eyes closed, hoping against hope that he just imagined it. But the silence of his boys, his mother and

arms folded, on his back porch. Two Betas stand anxiously behind her. “She insisted, sir,”

and waving a hand to dismiss them. They nod and walk away. “Hello,

want to talk.” Her voice his hard, letting him know

he takes

want witnesses. And I have things to say to her as well.” Amelia narrows her eyes at Evelyn, who

Victor says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t really appropriate. Let’s

brushed away indoors, Victor, where I won’t be heard!

mother’s voice rings out. Victor turns, surprised. “You were Victor’s mate and his Luna, my dear, but never the Luna of the pack. Not without the wedding.” Her voice is gentle, perhaps

falls open, and then snaps shut. “It doesn’t matter. What happened was a misunderstanding, you are my mate, Victor. It is our destiny to be

themselves half out of the pool, their arms folded on the edge, their little faces perched on top

Amelia won’t be moved. “Amelia, I have rejected you not only