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…

do anything if she wouldn’t

damnit, what were the chances that both Evelyn and his therapist would abandon him like this, so close together? He felt very alone, left

Victor is surprised to hear a voice to his left. He turns, his eyes falling on Burton, who offers him a

in deference. “You’ll forgive me,

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

sir,” Burton continues, turning his eyes out the window to follow Victor’s own gaze towards Evelyn’s house. “If

found and hired him. “Thank you, Burton,” he says. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind, if the

and then moves away, leaving

like Burton has been a

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

Amelia.

blinks, surprised to 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, build a family with, so

was suffering, surely, her own life having fallen apart. He had given her a bit of a grace period, filled

she was, whatever she was doing, it

almost shameful how fast his life had returned to normal, how fast he had moved on. He searches his heart in this moment, seeking some

snapped into place. God, they hadn’t left

then they had been

gone? He had heard stories of men broken by the rejection of a mating bond. Even when it

he feels

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

he knows it’s not

his mind fills with images of curling brown hair, of a

Evelyn.

real reason why he can’t seem to bring himself to mourn the loss of Amelia. If Amelia left any gap at all, Evelyn filled it seamlessly. A

damnit, he wants her. Wants her in his bed, of course, but wants her…here. Beside him, forever. She’s the Luna he wants, he knows it – he admitted this

for the life of him, he can’t

Why Evelyn? In so many ways, to the layman’s eye, Evelyn compares poorly to Amelia. Amelia is objectively more beautiful than Evelyn. Amelia was a supermodel, for heaven’s sake, and she had relished the attention and media that

so intensely when the universe itself

head and looking down at the dregs of

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