Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 131 – True Luna

“God damnit, f*****g Rafe,” Evelyn murmurs, shooting a dirty look at the man whimpering on the ground. She hurries to the tree from which Victor hangs, looking all around it for the base of the snare.

As she looks, though, she considers the possibilities – even if she releases him, Victor is just going to plunge to the ground, falling right onto the hard ground. She grits her teeth, trying to figure out the best plan as she finally locates the end of the snare at the base of the tree.

Then, determined, she goes to where Rafe is laying on the ground crying and grips him firmly by the ankle. Putting her entire weight into it, she slowly, painstakingly begins to drag him across the forest floor.

He cries out as she does so, but she doesn’t know if he even knows what’s going on, he’s so consumed by the wolfsbane. When he’s settled neatly below Victor, Evelyn puts one hand behind Victor’s neck and the other behind his shoulders, pushing, lifting, to try to get his head higher in the air.

She’s got to let some of the blood flow down to the rest of his body.

Her arms tremble first as she holds Victor up above her, and then her legs, her core. She grits her teeth, praying as she holds him up, cursing these stupid Alphas for their stupid war games. She’d give anything to be warm at home in her little cottage, curled up with a book and a nice glass of wine.

Fucking. Alphas.

Then, suddenly, she hears Victor gasp out a moan. She whispers a little apology before letting him hang down again, her arms almost giving out.

“Ev-Evelyn?” He asks, still unclear.

“Victor,” she says, putting her hands on her knees so she can catch her breath. “I need you to curl up. I’m going to let you down.” Her words start to come between pants of breath. “I don’t want. You. To fall. On. Your stupid. Head.”

Victor blinks at her, dazed, and then nods and tightens his core, curling his head, neck, and shoulders upwards so that, when he does fall, he’ll take the blow on his upper back.

Not the best plan, but…well, at least she got a cushion beneath him.

Evelyn moves to the tree as fast as she can, her deft fingers working at the mechanism that holds the snare. Suddenly it snaps, the wire ripping through it, and Evelyn jumps back away from it. At the same time she hears a whirring, a thump, a groan, and a scream of pain.

She hurries from behind the tree to where Victor and Rafe are laying in a heap on the ground.

“Victor,” she says, skidding to her knees next to him, hoping, desperately, that he was the groan and not the scream. “Are you okay?”

to hear that the sound echoes the last groan she just heard. Slowly, he moves his shoulders, stretching his neck. She helps to move him, then, so that he’s laying flat on his back a few feet away from Rafe as he slowly blinks, the blood rushing back to the rest

his chest and stomach which, Evelyn grimaces to see, is somehow…flatter? Maybe? Than it

not scolding herself one bit. Rafe deserves

a breath of relief to see that he’s largely unscathed, except for the wire wrapped around an ankle

at stake tonight, a broken ankle is a fine price

him all at once. His eyes focus on Evelyn and he moves upwards with a

down, just for a little bit. We’re safe, you’re safe here. There’s time –

to

Evelyn says, angry,

focusing on her as he lays in the snow. He lifts a hand to

touch of his hand like

then, and closes his eyes, taking a

coat, of course, but she’s still kneeling in the snow next to Victor just in jeans

looking at her with concern. “Come here,” he murmurs, moving his hand to her shoulder, pulling her down on

over top of Victor’s own, curling close to his warmth, eager to get away from the snow. He wraps his arms around her and holds her

camp,” she replies, resting her head on his chest. “You’re the wounded

minute to breathe deeply, wanting – absurdly – to stay here with her, rather than face his family and

says, laughing despite herself. “Not all of us came dressed to

murmurs to her. “He tricked me – I fell for the

quietly and his body

raising himself up on

she says, tucking a fist under her chin, still resting against his chest and looking up at him with her warm brown eyes. “They were very disobedient little wolves tonight. They snuck out into the forest and apparently saw the whole thing. They figured out, I think, before you

he says, looking up between the trees and shaking his head in

Evelyn says, smacking his

wounded here,” he jokes, his voice