Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 119 – At A Loss

Victor stares out his back window, clutching his phone in his hand.

One of the most powerful Alphas in the country – in the world – and he can’t get someone to pick up his calls.

Something was wrong with Evelyn last night. He saw it on her face when she was talking with Bridgette – he had seen her go pale, her eyes go glassy. He saw her lost in her thoughts for the rest of the evening, giving only canned answers when she was addressed directly.

He had stopped Bridgette on the way up the stairs, after Evelyn had left with the boys.

“What were you two talking about?” he had asked.

“Huh?” had been Bridgette’s vapid reply.

“You and Evelyn, what did you talk about tonight? She was worried.”

Bridgette just shrugged. “You know. Normal stuff. We talked about hot cocoa.”

Confused, Victor had nodded and let her go. Then, he had sent Evelyn a series of texts over the next few hours, each of which had gone unanswered.

Victor: Hey, are you okay? You looked a little out of sorts tonight.

Victor: Evelyn? Are you still awake?

Victor: Please text me in the morning, I hope everything is all right.

Victor: Evelyn. I’m starting to get worried.

He grits his teeth as he flicks through those messages now. God, he feels like an i***t. But what could be wrong?

Frantic, this morning he had tried to call his therapist.

The call ended so strangely last time, with her saying she couldn’t talk to him anymore. He had contacted the agency about it, and they had confirmed that the therapist had expressed a desire to end the relationship. They offered him a new therapist, but…

He liked this one. If he could just mend the relationship…

couldn’t do anything if she wouldn’t

would abandon him like

hear a voice to his left. He turns, his eyes

nodding his head in deference. “You’ll forgive me, I’m sure, if

him, indeed forgiving the implication that he looked tired and needed a boost. It was true, after all. “Thank you, Burton,” he says, accepting the cup. “This is

gaze towards Evelyn’s house. “If you

at this man, happy again to have found and hired him. “Thank you, Burton,” he says. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind, if

then moves away, leaving Victor to his

he goes, thinking that it feels like Burton has been a part of the household forever. But

two weeks have passed since that disaster of a wedding, since his father evoked his right to question

Amelia.

large part of his life, the person who he had intended

of guilt, then. She was suffering, surely, her own life having fallen apart. He had given her a bit of a grace period, filled her bank account with enough cash

she was, whatever she was doing, it surely wasn’t what she had

normal, how fast he had moved on. He searches his heart in this moment, seeking some sadness, some acknowledgement of the loss,

into place. God, they hadn’t left bed for days,

then they had been

rejection of a mating bond. Even when it is done for the right reasons, some people never recover from

he feels

for power, at Victor’s

down, he knows

hair, of a laughing mouth, of that warm, sensual body wrapped around

Evelyn.

seem to bring himself to mourn the loss of Amelia. If Amelia left any gap at all, Evelyn filled it seamlessly. A growl starts to build in Victor’s chest as he thinks of

the Luna he wants, he knows it – he admitted this to himself days ago, told his therapist about

the life of him, he

supermodel, for heaven’s sake, and she had relished the attention and media that being his Luna brought her. She was looking forward to

Amelia had been his mate. How could he want this other woman so intensely when the universe itself had already found him the one woman who was supposed to be

head and looking down at the dregs of

damnit, for the life of him, he couldn’t understand