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…

anything if she

chances that both Evelyn and his therapist would abandon him like this, so

a voice to his left. He turns,

you, sir,” Burton says, nodding his head in deference. “You’ll forgive me, I’m

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

here, sir,” Burton continues, turning his eyes out the window to follow Victor’s own gaze towards Evelyn’s house. “If you ever need a listening ear. The role of the butler is always

he says.

then moves away, leaving Victor to

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

have passed since that disaster of a wedding, since his father evoked his right to question the pack’s leadership, since

Amelia.

realize that he hasn’t thought about Amelia in…days. This woman, once such a large part of his life, the person who he had intended to marry, build a life with,

fallen apart. He had given her a bit of a grace period, filled her bank

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

how fast he had moved on. He searches his heart in this moment,

when their mating bond had snapped into place. God, they hadn’t left bed for days,

had been

gone? He had heard stories of men broken by the rejection of a mating bond. Even when it is done for the right reasons, some people never

feels fine.

that he has his family here to distract him. That his brother’s grab for power, at Victor’s own perceived weak moment, is enough to keep his mind off of the collapse

down, he

his mind fills with images of curling brown hair, of a laughing mouth, of that warm, sensual

Evelyn.

mourn the loss of Amelia. If Amelia left any gap at all, Evelyn filled

Beside him, forever. She’s the Luna he wants, he knows it – he admitted this to himself days ago, told his therapist about it, trying to find ways

life of him,

for heaven’s sake, and

when the universe itself had already found him the one

his head and looking down at the dregs of coffee left in his

life of