Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 111 – The Return of John Walsh

“Evelyn,” my father says, his face cold as he embraces me with one arm and places a stiff kiss on my cheek. “Happy holidays.”

He doesn’t look at me, but instead around at my party with distaste. Bridgette’s formal party, indoors, is more his style.

“Evelyn, did you do all of this?” My mother says, wrapping me in a warm hug and laughing as she looks around. “Darling, it looks wonderful –“

“That’s enough.” My father snaps. My mother cringes a little, like a scolded dog. It breaks my heart to see her this way.

“I’m glad you like it, mom. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” I put an arm around her shoulder and lead her away.

“He’s just under a lot of pressure, Evelyn,” my mom says softly, looking back over at my father as we cross to the bar. “You shouldn’t take him seriously when he –“

“Treats you like crap?” I interrupt, sick with disgust. “You deserve so much better than this, mom,” I say, lifting a glass of red wine off of a waiting tray. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that.”

“It’s so much more complicated than that, my dear,” my mother says, putting a hand on my cheek before accepting the glass. “You’ll see, when you’re made Luna.”

I blush and shake my head. “No, mom,” I say, looking around. “You misunderstand, this is just a favor –“

“This is –“ my mother says, halting me with a gentle hand on my wrist. “The life we raised you to. And Victor is precisely the husband I’d have chosen for you, if I’d had my way.”

I shake my head, looking at the ground. “Please, mom,” I say, suddenly exhausted. “It’s…so much more complicated than that.”

“Which is precisely how I feel,” she says to me, gently. I look up to meet her eyes, understanding. My father is a jerk, but she’s right – it’s not so black and white.

I take a glass of champagne off of the tray and clink it against hers, acknowledging that she has a point. “Tell me everything,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist. “How is home? How is Emma?”

continues long into the night, Victor keeping a close eye on Bridgette’s

here, as she is almost instinctually attuned to

thought Amelia an expert at this kind of work, but Amelia’s efforts were studied, learned, calculated. Whereas Amelia’s false smile would fall away the moment she turned away from one of

up in his chair next to him and following Victor’s

front door, looking forward to heading home. It seems that the majority of the guests have migrated out to the pool area for

Your little woman, though,” he says, looking Evelyn up

at the victory, though, is short-lived, as John Walsh comes up the porch steps and approaches the two Kensington men. “Victor, Henry,” he says, nodding to each. “A lovely if…unique evening, if we’ve ever had one.” He looks directly at Henry now. “Thank you, in particular, for your invitation,

Victor a smirk here and Victor feels his hackles rise. Walsh was looking

face stony. “Too bad it’s coming to a close for you

get a

– it’s very nearly midnight – Victor nods and leads Walsh away from his father, unwilling to let Henry overhear this

as he and Victor wander to a quiet spot on

man. Walsh smirks at him, taking a sip of champagne. “A very valuable piece of property, lifted straight

your property,” Victor

my pack, under my protection and care. And yet she is here, acting as your Luna, though – as far as I’m aware – you

deliberately baiting him. “Shall I send you a bill, then,

back

my boy, if you decide to use

back, sipping his wine, enjoying the rage that builds on Victor’s

aggressive step forward towards Walsh. Victor can see that Walsh is surprised by this. Indeed, Walsh has always had the upper hand in these situations,

But not anymore.

Victor growls. “I’ve tried coming to terms, Alpha-to-Alpha, in order to exchange Evelyn, to bring her under my power. I gambled away