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.

me. “Why don’t the boys just stay here tonight? If they’re tired, why make them hike down

so the boys can have their food at the same time. “They need more consistency in

closer to me. “Well, why

not getting it. “You want them to sleep here?

all their meals. I want them to live

him and I turn fully to him, angry now. “Victor, you cannot

hands. I feel

“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

“Did you…did you just ask

and takes another step forward, wrapping a hand around my back

up at him,

were headed in this direction – he declared me officially his Luna this morning – in front

But still –

my stomach roil with anxiety. Victor’s face changes as he sees the new expression on

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

for a steady moment and then let my eyes rove over

and sleek, full

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

Amelia written

him without hurting his feelings. Victor waits patiently. “Um, did you and

moment 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,

say, considering. I hadn’t really known

wanted the space for the view.” With that, he nods

and closing the distance between us. “Amelia is…everywhere in this house. And it’s so soon since you ended your relationship with

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

house, Victor. I can’t live here with you, in the home that she built for the two of you, for your future. I

he says quickly, interrupting before I go into more detail. He nods, understanding. “I get it, Evelyn. I get it, and I understand. If things were