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?”

the night, Victor keeping a close eye on Bridgette’s party, on

party, chatting with guests and making sure everything is running smooth. Her upbringing as an Alpha’s prized daughter is evident here, as she is almost instinctually attuned to the needs of her party. She manages the staff with ease, intuits

Amelia an expert at this kind of work, but Amelia’s efforts were studied, learned, calculated.

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

at Bridgette’s party, which is…well, there are still people there, but those left behind seem to be eyeing the front door, looking forward to

canapes,” Henry murmurs, disappointed. “And the champagne was not cold. Your little

approaches the two Kensington men. “Victor, Henry,” he says, nodding to each. “A lovely if…unique evening, if

smirk here and Victor feels his hackles rise. Walsh was looking over the Kensington home as if it

Victor says, his face stony. “Too bad it’s

until I get a word,

his teeth and glancing at the clock – it’s very nearly midnight – Victor nods and leads Walsh away

to a quiet spot on the far side

champagne. “A very valuable piece of property, lifted straight from

is not your

under my protection and care. And

step forward, bringing his face close to Victor’s, deliberately baiting him. “Shall I send you a bill, then, for her

start to peel back from his teeth

fees,” Walsh says, smiling at the derision. “Unless there are…other fees which I should levy against you? Because, my boy, if you decide to use my daughter as a surrogate again, I promise, this time, it will

enjoying the rage that builds on Victor’s face with each of his

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

But not anymore.

order to exchange Evelyn, to bring her under my power. I