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?”

into the night, Victor keeping a close eye on Bridgette’s party, on his brother, and, indeed,

is evident here, as she is almost instinctually attuned to the needs of her party. She manages the staff with ease, intuits the shifting mood of the guests and responds to it with small changes. She has a word

calculated. Whereas Amelia’s false smile would fall away the moment she turned away from

seems,” his father says, rolling up in his chair next to him and following Victor’s gaze. “That you have a victory on your

eyeing the front door, looking forward to heading home. It

disappointed. “And the champagne was not cold. Your little woman, though,” he says, looking Evelyn up and down, “has held up nicely under

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

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

pleasant Evening,” Victor says, his face stony. “Too bad

I get a word,

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

Victor wander to a quiet spot on the far side

piece of property, lifted straight from her room. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? Especially considering that that piece of property is now here,” His eyes slide to Evelyn. “Throwing an

your property,” Victor

daughter,” Walsh snaps, glaring at Victor. “She is a high-ranking member of my pack, under my protection and care.

forward, bringing his face close to Victor’s, deliberately baiting him.

back from his teeth at

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

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

forward towards Walsh. Victor can see that Walsh is surprised by this.

But not anymore.

this game with Willard,” Victor growls. “I’ve tried coming to terms, Alpha-to-Alpha, in order to exchange Evelyn, to bring her under my