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 his brother, and, indeed, on

daughter is evident here, as she is almost instinctually attuned to the needs of her party.

Truly, he had 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

in his chair next to him and following Victor’s gaze. “That you have

the house 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 heading home. It

cold. Your little woman, though,” he says, looking Evelyn up and down, “has held

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,

smirk here and Victor feels his hackles rise. Walsh was

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

a word, I hope,” Walsh

– Victor nods and leads Walsh away from his father, unwilling to let

Victor wander to a quiet spot on the far side of the pool. “That a piece of my property went missing about a month

in his pockets and stopping to stare at this man. Walsh smirks at him, taking a sip of champagne. “A very valuable 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

not your

pack, under my protection and care. And

his face close to Victor’s, deliberately baiting him. “Shall

to peel back from his teeth

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

rage that builds on Victor’s face with each of

Walsh, taking an aggressive step forward towards Walsh. Victor can see that Walsh is surprised by this. Indeed, Walsh has always

But not anymore.

already played this game with Willard,” Victor growls. “I’ve tried coming to terms, Alpha-to-Alpha, in order to exchange Evelyn,