Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 126 – Brother Against Brother

The forest is dark, but Victor moves through it like a predator, scenting the air, his eyes attuned to the night. Every one of his instincts is alive, awake to every breath of wind that stirs a leaf, every animal tread that echoes through the night.

He has been training for years for a night like this, a claim he knows Rafe cannot make.

Victor lays down in a patch of brush, his body flat against the cold snow on the forest floor. Slowly, he props up his rifle so that he can peer through the scope. His forces are all in position, ready to take care of Rafe’s when they come looking for him.

At this point in the game, Victor is choosing to play defense, to sit and wait for Rafe to come for him. He knows his brother – Rafe will not have the patience to sit and wait. He will the boundaries as soon as he gets bored.

Growing up, Victor and Rafe were very different children. Their other brother, Christopher, had been in many ways like a father to both of them. Several years older, he had trained them, teased them, learned how to push their buttons so that he could rile both Victor and Rafe to a temper with just a few words.

Victor had been headstrong as a kid, quick to temper and violent in his reaction’s to Christopher’s teasing. Rafe, had, in some ways been the opposite. He’d taken the teasing very much to heart, had cried often, and run to their parents to tattle on Christopher for his treatment.

As the third son, Henry had dismissed Rafe’s tears and his pleas for help and attention, telling him to toughen up and be more like his older brothers. Victor, oddly enough, had frequently come forward as Rafe’s champion, then, defending him against Christopher’s taunts and his father’s neglect.

“That’s good,” Christopher had said to him once, when Victor lost his temper at his older brother for pushing Rafe to tears. “You should stand up for him – that’s what I’m trying to teach you. You two need to stick together – you’re all each other have.”

It was then that Victor had realized that Christopher wasn’t treating them poorly to be cruel; he was teaching them to function as a team, to love and support each other beyond everything. Christopher had known that as the eldest son his dedication had to be to the pack; but as the second and third, Victor and Rafe had to help each other.

Everything changed when Christopher died.

Victor remembers it now, as he peers through the night scope on his rifle, looking for his baby brother to come hunting for him in the night. Victor remembered it as the day he not only lost his favorite brother, who cared for him so deeply, but also as the day when he took Christopher’s place as heir to the pack.

Rafe had been horribly jealous. While he and Victor had always been a team against the world, Victor now had to stand apart from him. His father took new interest in Victor’s future and Rafe, in many ways, was left by the wayside.

live in the same Boston apartment, to support each other as they figured out their lives. However, when Christopher died, Henry and Victor agreed that military preparation would serve the pack better. They forged the paperwork that allowed Victor to join the Navy and all

his brothers. He stopped attending school regularly, stopped having any real goals. His father had to pull strings, in the end, for Rafe to attend the University of

his sons. When he lost Victor as a support in his life, he started to believe

turned on Victor

Navy bootcamp, as he couldn’t access the phone – and never received any letters back. He called

mother, of course, but as far as Rafe was concerned,

abandon Rafe – but he didn’t really have a choice. As soon as he became heir to the pack, the pack became his priority, and he had work hard to catch up on lessons Christopher had been

abandon the military path. Because when their father was injured in his early twenties, it was only Victor’s precise military training that allowed him to take firm control of the

only take control, but to build it, make

obliged to take a pack

his heart, but

self-pity and profligate, indulgent behavior. But, he wasn’t stupid. It looked like their father was the one pushing for Rafe to take over in light of Victor’s apparent weakness,

later, wants to prove that he was right: that it doesn’t take military training to lead a pack, but instead intelligence, cleverness. That’s all this was, Victor knew – Rafe trying

some way they are still the same teenage kids who found themselves stepping into their big brothers’ shoes while they still mourned his loss. Neither of them had

pack is his own personal battle with the past, with his losses, with his

such things. While Rafe looks to the past, Victor must look to the

waiting for his brother to walk into his field of sight. He grimaces, thinking of where Rafe has lead them, but

and if that’s what he wants, then Victor is glad to give it to him. Pound it into his stupid face,

been as children themselves. He can’t imagine a single event that could split them apart the way that he and Rafe had been

to split apart. When Ian and Alvin came to their majority and inherited the pack, that they would inherit it together, share their power. Of course, one of them was the older son, born minutes before the other. But Victor didn’t know which one it was – had

the pack would have been, their relationship would have been, how much stronger, if they had