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…

if she wouldn’t pick

Evelyn and his therapist would abandon him like

his left. He turns, his eyes falling on Burton, who

forgive me, I’m sure, if I

a boost. It was true, after all. “Thank you, Burton,” he says, accepting the cup. “This is precisely

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

him. “Thank you, Burton,” he says. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind, if the occasion ever calls for such

and then moves away,

been a part of the household forever. But of course,

have passed since that disaster of a wedding, since his

Amelia.

large part of his life,

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 to keep her

was doing, it surely wasn’t what

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 sadness,

first meeting, when their mating bond had snapped into place. God, they hadn’t left bed for days, he had been obsessed

had

gone? He had heard stories of men broken by the rejection of a mating

he feels fine.

sips his coffee, considering that perhaps it helps 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

down, he knows it’s not

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

Evelyn.

any gap at all, Evelyn filled it seamlessly. A growl starts to build in Victor’s chest as he thinks of her, this complicated, interesting, funny woman who lives across

he knows it – he admitted this to himself days ago, told his therapist about it, trying to

for the life of him, he can’t

sake, and she had relished the attention and media that being his Luna brought her. She was looking forward

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

down at the dregs of coffee left in his

the life of him, he