Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 135 – Homecoming

When we arrive home very late that afternoon, everyone is exhausted, unloading themselves from the van with slumped shoulders and bleary eyes. Even the Betas who work to help us out are worn low, I see. When I step out of the van I’m glad to see fresh troupes coming to replace them.

I watch them, curious to see the fresh troupes exchange looks with their tired comrades, wanting to know, silently, who won the day. The Betas who were there in the forest with us give them small nods and smiles, and the Betas who were at home work hard to hide their happiness.

I work to contain my own joy as I witness this exchange, pleased to see that Victor’s troupes support him even when he’s not looking. I knew they were loyal, of course, but I admit that I’m pleased at the confirmation.

“Mama,” Ian says, rubbing his eyes, my phone dangling dangerously from his fingertips. “Can we go home?”

“Soon, baby,” I murmur, accepting his backpack from a helpful Beta and helping Ian sling it over his shoulders. “I want to make sure your dad is settled in the house, then we’ll take you home.”

“Take them to the cottage now,” Victor says, giving me a concerned look. “I can handle it up here. They’re tired –“

“No,” I say, giving him a look. He raises his eyebrows, not yet understanding, but curious. “I want to help you first.”

He shrugs, trusting me. “Of course, Evelyn. Whatever you think is best.”

I help Alvin on with his own backpack and, grabbing my own tiny suitcase, walk with the boys up the drive and into Victor’s house.

As I settle them in the living room to wait – Ian puts his head down on a pillow almost immediately, seeking a nap – the rest of the family filters into the house. I make my way casually into the kitchen, slowly making some coffee and pretending to look through the fridge for some dinner.

Secretly, though, I just want to see what happens next.

Marissa wheels Henry’s chair into the in-law suite that connects to the kitchen while Betas bustle around, delivering luggage, following orders that Victor has undoubtedly given them to report, to organize, to protect.

As the coffee begins to drip in the waiting pot, I see a team of Betas carry Rafe into the house and head with him up the stairs. The wolfsbane has started to leech from his system, I am sure, but he will still be weak for days.

I bite my lip as I watch him go. I can’t quite bring myself to feel sorry for him, but still. It’s not easy to watch any human suffer like that.

Bridgette follows Rafe into the house, looking up the stairs after him as he goes. After her enters Victor’s personal physician, who bustles up the stairs, his medical bag in his hands. Bridgette bites her lip, worried, her hand going absently to her stomach.

“Bridgette,” I call, working to keep my voice friendly and cheerful. When she turns to look at me, I tilt my head towards the kitchen, beckoning her in. “Come and have a cup of coffee.”

up the stairs

her by the elbow, tugging her back towards the

I seat her at a stool and then pour her the first cup, adding lots of

both hands and raising it

in her eyes. “To drink coffee? When

cup is fine. Some doctors say two,

grateful, and then takes a sip, closing her eyes

see me, and pour myself a cup. There’s another one still in the pot, waiting for

with all of this,” I ask Bridgette, resting my elbows on the island. I watch

don’t care.” She sighs, as if the admission is a great weight off her shoulders. “Don’t tell Rafe, but I’m glad Victor won. I don’t want to be

hand. “You would be a wonderful Luna at the head of a pack, Bridgette,” I say, encouraging. “But

fighting tears. “I’m just scared…that Rafe is going to

Victor’s big house instead of heading immediately for my own.

responsibility towards Bridgette, now. She is my friend but also, as Rafe’s fiancé and the soon-to-be mother of his children, a future Alpha

your plans,” I

into the room. She gives the two of us a smile and comes over to us at the island. I gesture towards the coffee and she nods appreciatively, accepting my silent offer of

gentle woman. But she has steel beneath this soft exterior, I think, smiling at her as I hand her the

around the warm cup. Then she looks us over. “You two must be exhausted. Why

up the stairs. “Rafe is up

the room next door,” I say, taking a sip

to help him, when the doctor goes,” Bridgette says,

says, placing a hand on hers. “Let the professionals do

me on this – I don’t want him anywhere near him tonight, when his emotions will be volatile and he’ll be looking for

hesitating. “Well, if it’s the room next door. I’m sure that will be all

my attention

Henry and I,” she says, looking between Bridgette and me. “I’m glad that this question of lineage is…settled. That there will be no more opportunity to question

in particular now. “And I hope you don’t mind, too much, my