Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 130 – Savior

The helicopter arrives faster than Victor thought it could.

Victor is grateful, frankly. He needs to get this confrontation over with, whatever it is, before he passes out from blood rushing to his head. He knows he’s at a disadvantage now, that Rafe holds all the cards. But he’s ready to face anything Rafe can throw at him.

Even if he is strung up like a rabbit.

The helicopter hovers above them now, the wind from the blades shaking the trees. Victor struggles to look up at it, but then covers his eyes, both from the light and the pine needles flying through the air.

From between his fingers he can see a black rope ladder drop between the branches, three figures swiftly climbing down it. Two of them are in white with red crosses on their shoulders. As soon as they hit the ground, they move to the imposter, checking his wounds and then carrying him over to the bottom of the ladder.

The other figure, in black tactical gear nearly identical to his own, slowly saunters over to Victor.

“Well well, brother,” Rafe says, smiling up at him. “Looks like we’ve got you trapped, doesn’t it?”

“What the hell is going on, Rafe?” Victor growls. “This trial is done – I took out all eleven of your men, I have won –“

“Ah ah,” Rafe says, holding up a finger and smirking up at him from the ground. “All ten of my men. Yes, you took them out. I don’t see an eleventh.”

Rafe casually looks over at the two medics and Victor follows his gaze, realizing that they’re strapping the eleventh Beta to the bottom of the ladder. As Victor watches, the ladder begins to retract into the helicopter, taking the eleventh Beta – and evidence of his existence – up into the air with it.

The two medics stand stoically on the ground, watching as the man is lifted into the sky.

“You’re never going to get away with this,” Victor growls, realizing his brother’s plan. Rafe had been somewhere else all along, waiting in safety. He had let Victor do all the hard work and then swooped in at the last minute to grab the victory.

through your plan, father will

Betas each. I admit, it came close at the end.” His smirk grows into a wicked smile.

piece of work,” he says, returning his eyes to Victor. “But I knew with victory at the edge of your

– surely they will see it at the

He paints a tender, worried expression onto his face. “You can’t think I’d let these poor Betas – on both sides

to the medics, who nod in return and hurry

Victor growls. “I’ll make them

voice darkening, his hands going into his pockets. “And they’re

will

father what,” Rafe says, laughing, sure of himself, of his victory. “That I cheated? Who would believe them?” He laughs, looking around at the clearing. “Of course you would say that I cheated, that it

growls, worried,

taking a few slow steps closer. “Because they’re so loyal, father will believe me when I

is close now, close enough for Victor to hear him as he whispers. “Face it, Victor. I’ve outsmarted you. Again. You might have the muscle, but I’m the cleverer son. The

blade from the

you now, you know,” Rafe says, quiet, contemplative. “I could just say it was a mistake, that my blade cut too deep,” he murmurs, raising the blade to Victor’s throat.

was never a question of lineage, Rafe. You never had what it takes to run this pack. You’re a liar, and everything you have is the result of

a few well-placed bribes and one clever plan.” He brings his face close to Victor’s, then, to whisper directly in his ear. “And while you were laying freezing in the snow, playing war games, I was cozied up by the fire having a nice cup of coffee, waiting for you to fall into

against Rafe’s in a violent, stinging blow. Rafe gasps, strumbling backward a few steps, almost

teeth against the pain. God damnit, that hurts, Victor thinks, pressing his eyes shut against his now-ringing

gripping the knife in his hand. He falls into a crouch, preparing to launch himself forward, to end his