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?”

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

deep breaths, 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

Rafe deserves worse than a few broken ribs, in her

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

that was at stake

him all at once. His eyes focus on Evelyn and

she says, “lay down, just for a little bit. We’re safe, you’re

he murmurs, looking to

dirty rat,” Evelyn says, angry,

He lifts a hand to place it

touch of his hand like

little laugh, then, and closes his eyes, taking a

does the same, suddenly realizing how cold she is. She’s wearing a coat, of course, but she’s still kneeling in the

feels her start to shake and opens his eyes, looking at her with concern. “Come here,” he murmurs, moving his hand to

curling close to his warmth, eager to get away from the snow. He wraps his arms

you back to camp,” she replies, resting her head on his chest. “You’re

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

all of us came dressed to

I fell for the snare, he got me there – but he broke the rules. He was never

says quietly and his

raising himself up

disobedient little wolves tonight. They snuck out into the forest and apparently saw the whole thing. They figured out, I think,

and surprised, letting his head fall back. “Good boys,” he says, looking up between the

Evelyn says, smacking

I’m wounded here,” he