Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 136 – Making a New Home

“You invited my brother to stay with us? Here?” He hisses, his face suddenly red with exhaustion and anger.

“I had to!” I protest, keeping my voice low and glancing to the living room, where I know our two little spies are surely listening.

“Evelyn,” he says, exhasperated. “Rafe just betrayed me – betrayed us! Tried to take everything we have –“

“I know!” I say, spreading my hands in protest, “but what else could I do! We can’t leave her alone with him right now – don’t you see that he’ll take it out on her?!”

“Have you considered,” he growls, moving closer to me, “that perhaps he picked her precisely because she’s the kind of girl we won’t be able to help wanting to save? That she’s another pawn in his game?”

I bite my lip. Actually, I hadn’t thought of this. But it changes nothing. I raise my eyes to his. “Victor, it doesn’t matter. Even if she’s part of his plan, she’s still a person. She needs us.”

He rolls his eyes and heaves a deep sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “Evelyn…”

“Please,” I say, putting my hand on his. “Just…don’t kick them out, for a few days, at least. Until he’s at full strength.”

“I want him gone,” he growls, “as soon as he can stand. Otherwise, I might rip him apart myself.”

“Just two days,” I say, begging. “Please.”

He returns his gaze to mine, shaking his head. “Fine, Evelyn,” he says, giving in. “But if they burn this house to the ground while they’re here, it’s on your head.”

I purse my lips as I stand up straight, coming close to him and raising my chin for a kiss. “No, baby,” I murmur. “You have insurance for that.”

He growls again, in no mood for my jokes, but he gives me the requested kiss. A light one, but with promise.

“Mom?” Ian’s voice comes sleepily over the couch. “Can we go home now?”

“Food first!” I say, glad for the interruption. Then I head to the fridge, where the chef had left a casserole for us to heat up upon our return. “Then we can go down to the cottage.”

I take the casserole out and start to spoon big portions onto plates for my sons and I. Then I raise an eyebrow at Victor, silently inquiring if he wants some.

the food and considers me. “Why don’t the boys just stay

top of the other so the boys can have their food at the same time. “They need more consistency in their life, Victor. If that’s where

to me. “Well, why don’t we move that

him, not getting it. “You want them

take their lessons, and all their meals.

and I turn fully to

hands. I feel

Evelyn,” he says, smiling. “I want you all to move her. Up to the house, with me. It’s…right, now. Don’t you think? An Alpha needs his Luna

slowly putting the pieces together. “Did you…did you just ask me to

another step forward, wrapping a hand around my back to pull me to him. “Yes, Evelyn. Are you

at

he declared me officially his Luna this morning – in front of witnesses – and I

But still –

stomach roil with anxiety. Victor’s face changes as he

go, though, Victor holds me closer. “What, Evie?” he asks, searching my face as if

a steady moment and then let my

and

of it, every choice in furniture and décor, in fabric – hell, even the

all has Amelia

this to him without hurting his feelings. Victor waits

and then sighs, starting to understand. He loosens his grip on me. “We didn’t just decorate it together. We designed it.” He drops his hands from me and leans against the counter, studying me. “Actually, to be frank, she designed it. I had

I say, considering. I

on it was the cottage. But she wanted the space for the view.” With that, he nods out the western

your relationship with her. I know we forget that – probably because

into his eyes and he nods, agreeing. It feels the same to

home that she built for the two of you, for your future. I can’t sleep

quickly, interrupting before I go into more detail. He nods, understanding. “I get it, Evelyn. I