Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 127 – Night Stalker

“Three.”

Victor pulls his trigger at the same moment as two of his Betas. All three of Rafe’s troops fall to the ground, shrieking hideously.

Victor grimaces at the sounds, but works to stay perfectly still. This is one thing that is different from actual combat. If this had been a real-life situation, he and his Betas would have aimed to kill, and Rafe’s Betas would have fallen to the ground as silent as stones.

As it is, Rafe’s Betas are free to shriek to their heart’s content. In fact, they’re almost unable not to, considering the horrible wolfsbane now working its way into their bloodstream.

His instinct, in this moment, is to move away from racket of the shrieking Betas, whose noise is letting Rafe know that at least some members of Victor’s own team are within shooting range of the fallen men. One strategy would be immediately to pack up and move to a different part of the forest to let Rafe’s team approach again.

But Rafe has studied military strategy. There is every possibility that this is itself a trap – sacrifice three Betas and wait for Victor himself to stand up, revealing his position.

No, Victor holds steady, letting Rafe be the one who takes the bait. Rafe knows where he is now.

Come and get me, Victor thinks.

Victor’s troops are spread out in a wide semicircle in the forest, all within sight of each other’s binoculars, creating a trap for Rafe to walk into. Victor himself is the furthest point of the circle and the plan, ideally, is for Rafe and his troupes to walk into the circle. Once they do that, Victor’s Betas will move to surround them.

Of course, Rafe knows of this basic – if strong – strategy. There’s every chance he has prepared counter moves against it.

But Victor can’t think that far ahead – he has to stay in the moment, countering Rafe’s moves until it is his own time to strike.

“Sir?” He hears in his ear.

“I’m here” he responds.

“We have eyes on two more of the opposition’s Betas. No indication, yet, of the Alpha leader.”

“Received, Beta. Continue as planned.”

Victor narrows his eyes, looking through his scope and scanning the forest for signs of his brothers’ forces. As it stands now, Rafe is down 3 men, Victor was down none.

out for the two approaching Betas from Rafe’s squad. He knows that they won’t be stupid enough to head right for their fallen comrades, whose yells have faded to whimpers, but still. They’re

But where is Rafe?

boots crunching in the snow, their breath huffing out in front of them like tiny clouds. Suddenly, Ian puts out a hand, stopping his brother in his

isn’t going to

Alvin frowns. “Why not?”

are making too much noise,” Ian says, gesturing around at the rest of the silent forest. “We can’t help papa

nods quickly, understanding, staring around at the forest for

a moment, he smiles, a little

head at him, frowning, a little angry not to have figured it out yet. Alvin’s smile widens as he points his finger upwards at the boughs of the pine forest interlocking overhead.

nearest tree, Ian boosting Alvin up into the air so he can reach the lowest

children’s bodies making the work easy for them. Once they are both in the tree, they move higher until they reach the boughs which are heavy

you ready?”

take lead,” he says. “I

then takes a deep breath, launching himself out along the length of a branch and then leaping, agile, into the next tree, where he lands on a branch there and takes two more running steps until he reaches

how easy it

in the next tree, they grin

easy, Alvin says to

find them in no time, Ian responds,

the winter forest, looking for their uncle below the trees. Their wolf’s

stop in a tall, thickly-branched pine, peering out through the needles to

Ian whispers, counting quickly. He sniffs the air and studies their scents, their

frowns. “Where are the rest of

shrugs. “They must

do that!?” Alvin

again. “I don’t know. We have to tell papa to tell

that he doesn’t understand. Suddenly, the two of them hear screams break the air ahead of them – it sounds like three

way,” Ian says, preparing to jump. “That could have

that was not papa,” Alvin says, shaking his head. “He is