Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 123 – To Good to be True

Victor can’t keep the smile off his face as, a little bit later, he trudges through the snow back to his house.

It was just so unbelievably good, these past few hours, to spend time as a family, to sleep with Evelyn where she belonged, wrapped in his arms. Even the stupid mundane things, like doing dishes with the boys and helping them pick a cereal, made him feel complete in a way that he hadn’t known before that he was missing.

Thank god Amelia locked the boys in that cabinet, he thinks to himself, laughing at the terrible thought. But really, it saved him from making a horrible, horrible mistake.

But now? Everything was just…falling into place. Like his therapist had said – when things are all going in the same direction, suddenly everything is…easy.

When Victor enters his house, the rest of his family is sitting in his kitchen, eating the breakfast that the chef has cooked up for them. Bacon, poached eggs, sausage, buttered biscuits. He smiles at everyone there, unable to help himself. Undoubtedly, the food served in this house is better, but he wouldn’t have given up the cold bowl of cereal he had that morning for it. Not for a second.

“Good morning,” he says, closing the door behind him.

“Good morning, darling,” his mother says, coming forward and giving him a curious smile. “Everything all right down at Evelyn’s? I heard something about the heat being off.”

“Yes,” Victor says, running a hand through his hair. He still can’t believe that Alvin and Ian arranged it all as some kind of parent trap. Even more than that, he can’t believe that it worked. “But it’s better now.”

“Good,” she says, moving over to the coffee machine. “Do you want a cup?”

“Yes,” Victor says, ignoring the narrow looks that the rest of his family – Bridgette aside – give him for staying out all night. They’re the ones who called his power into question for not having a Luna by his side. Well, now he does. Or at least, he will very soon.

Taking the cup of coffee from his mother, Victor heads immediately to his office to get to work. As he enters, Beta Stephen follows him in.

“Stephen,” Victor says, smiling at his secretary as he settles into his chair. Stephen freezes before him, looking at him strangely. Victor frowns at him, confused, but then realizes that he’s probably never smiled at the man before. Victor clears his throat and arranges his face along more serious lines, folding his hands in front of him.

Then, he tries again. “Do you have a report, Beta?”

Stephen shakes his head, as if to clear it, and then responds. “Yes, sir. An…interesting message, from Annabeth Prath came through last night.” He hands him a grey file folder. “I think you’ll want to address this first.”

from Stephen and nods his

last night, approx. 10:30, to tenure her resignation from the board of the Prath Institute and ask that her name be stricken from

by this sudden change, Victor picks

to the receptionist who answers the phone. “I’d like to speak

waits a few moments for Annabeth to come to the phone. When she does, her

says. “What

voice worried. “I received a disturbing memo this morning, letting me know that you are pulling out of the Institute. What has gone

deigned to talk to him and regrets

confused. “Annabeth, I promise you, I have never once mislead you about my politics, about my investment in education or

me any further about your politics. I know exactly where you stand when it comes to

“Annabeth, please –“

if you

far as I am aware, you and I are on the same

Van Horten,” Annabeth says, her voice scathing. “I’m sure she can help you better understand.

she hangs up. Victor lowers his phone and stares at the black screen in his hand. Who the hell

“Sir?”

see that Burton has peaked his head around the door to his office. “Yes?” He says, a little distracted but curious as to

his hands. “I hope you will forgive me, but I have been doing some private reconnaissance in

eyebrows together

Victor’s desk. “When I am in a post with a family which I quite like, and which I would like to keep, I find that I become quite dedicated

nods, encouraging him

I was…disturbed by her threats against Madame Evelyn and yourself. And so I took it upon myself to hire a private investigator. To have her followed. Paid for from

the desk. “This was unnecessary. I, of course, had my own Betas on the same project. Amelia has been in San Tropez for weeks, bunkered down in a hotel there. She hasn’t left

hesitating but meeting his eye. “Amelia knows your Beta forces, and having lived in the same home with them for years, she knows quite well how to evade them. She is unaware, however,

Burton places the packet on the