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?”

and Evelyn is relieved 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

waiting, looking both men over as Victor comes back to himself. Rafe continues to moan and writhe, his hands now also going to his chest and stomach which, Evelyn grimaces to see, is somehow…flatter? Maybe? Than it was before? She wonders if Victor broke some

one bit. Rafe deserves worse than a few broken ribs, in her

except for the wire wrapped around an ankle that turns to the left at an angle that’s just a little off. She goes pale to see it but

at stake tonight, a broken ankle is a fine price to

eyes focus on Evelyn and he

bit. We’re safe, you’re safe here. There’s time –

to his

a dirty rat,” Evelyn says, angry, “but

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

leans into the touch of his hand like a cat being

little laugh, then, and closes

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

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

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

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

to breathe deeply, wanting – absurdly – to stay here with her, rather than face his family and have the fight he knew was coming. “My clothes were built to withstand temperatures lower

laughing despite herself. “Not all of us came dressed to play in the

falls silent for a second. “Rafe cheated,” he murmurs to her. “He tricked me – I fell for the snare, he got me there – but he broke the rules. He was never on

and his

asks, raising himself up

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.

his head fall back. “Good boys,” he says, looking

says, smacking his

I’m wounded here,” he jokes, his