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

chances that both Evelyn and his therapist would abandon him like this, so close together? He felt

is surprised to hear a voice to his left. He turns, his eyes falling on

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

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

the window to follow Victor’s own gaze towards Evelyn’s house. “If you ever

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

then moves away, leaving Victor to his

considers Burton as he goes, thinking that it feels like Burton has been a part of the

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

Amelia.

part of his life, the person

of a grace period, filled her bank account with enough

she was doing, it surely wasn’t

to normal, how fast he had moved on. He

had snapped into place. God, they hadn’t left bed for days, he had been obsessed with her, couldn’t get her scent out

had been happy,

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

feels fine.

grab for power, at Victor’s own perceived weak moment,

down, he knows it’s

fills with images of curling brown hair, of a laughing mouth, of

Evelyn.

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 her, this complicated, interesting, funny woman who

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 to himself days ago, told his therapist

of him, he can’t understand

is objectively more beautiful than Evelyn. Amelia was a supermodel, for heaven’s sake, and she had relished the attention and media that being his Luna brought her. She was looking forward to being an Alpha’s bride, a life from which Evelyn 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

head and looking down at the dregs of

the life of him, he