Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 138 – Angelina Van Horten

When Victor enters Annabeth Prath’s home, there’s a small stir at the door.

The Prath family is influential, but their power comes largely from their long lineage and political connections. Victor banks on this when he walks in. He knows their meager Beta force has no real way to stop him.

The Prath party planners and aids go pale at his arrival, but they don’t stop him as he crosses the threshold.

When Victor enters the party, about an hour late, it’s as if he owns the room. The crowd turns to him, many Alphas and their Lunas coming over to say hello, eager to shake his hand, ask about his projects, all trying to judge where he stands in this new world.

Victor is the military might in the land, with the finest Beta force ever recorded, but now, with no Luna by his side and a large portion of his Betas transferred to Willard, people are wondering whether the Kensingtons have started to fall from their pedestal.

You wouldn’t know it to look at him, though. Victor’s face presents a warm smile as he shakes hands and schmoozes with the cultural elites. Beneath it is a rough determination to demonstrate to them that he is still very much in charge.

His eyes connect with Annabeth across the room and he can’t help the slow smile that grows on his face as he sees first her shock, then her anger, and then her pride as she raises her chin and glares at him. She had deliberately cut him from the guest list, deliberately invited Amelia in his place. And yet here he is.

He’d have to apologize, of course. After all, he did come here to mend fences. But he also came to spread the message: he wasn’t going to be sidelined.

As he begins to cross the room, people instinctually move aside, making room for his powerful form. Victor heads directly to Annabeth, but on his way glances around to see if he can spot Amelia as well. There’s a fair chance she won’t even show up tonight – as a rejected Luna, she likely wants to attach herself to another Alpha before showing her face again – but if she does show, he wants to know it immediately.

“Annabeth,” Victor says, bowing low before her and taking her hand, placing a delicate kiss against her knuckles. It’s too much deference for a house party, but he wants her to know that he comes in peace. “A lovely party, for a wonderful cause. I was so pleased to be able to attend.”

“Victor,” she says, still glaring at him as he straightens up. “You know very well that you are an uninvited, undesired guest. If you do not leave immediately, I will have my Betas remove you.”

Victor gives her a slow smirk. “Go ahead, Annabeth. Let them try. I’ll take them out one by one and still come back to have the polite conversation that I came here to have with you. Or, you could just avoid the scene and give me five minutes of your time.”

Annabeth goes still as she realizes that, of course, Victor is right. She glances around at her weak Betas, judging them, and deciding that they come up short. They will lose the fight and the fuss will distract her guests from their donations.

“Fine,” Annabeth says, forcing a smile onto her face and coming forward to take Victor’s arm. “You have precisely five minutes of my time, Kensington. And then I ask that you leave.”

drink, and then over to a cocktail table placed conveniently in the corner. Away from prying ears,

Victor notes that the level of the wine stays the same in the

her form, wondering, but – no. A

her eyes. “You have forced my hand and gained my attention. What is

her with an earnest face. “What happened? We were doing so well – our plans were moving forward, fulfilling our mutual desire to prioritize the children of our packs,

at him. “I know that was all

him to come with a pile of excuses, or threats, or justifications. The pure bafflement on his face,

enough actor to fake such an expression. He’s an

saw. Unthinking, her hand

about,” she says, watching him

see his honest confusion. “Annabeth, honestly, I had my Beta researchers look everywhere for that person – in every database, in all of my documents, our family files – hell, even in public records

her face

wide in supplication. “Please, Annabeth, I am at a loss. Please tell me

movement,

have searched his own

he had no idea who this apparently imaginary person was, why was she so closely connected

says, putting his hands on his table and leaning on them. “I can go home and search through my medical files, and then come back to continue this conversation,

come back. “Angelina Van Horten is tied to your own personal medical account,” she says. “She doesn’t exist, I checked, but she

stiff at this information, feeling anger start to rise in him. He’s starting to anticipate where

were filled for a woman who doesn’t

his glare down to

Amelia was

off her birth control, had left her own pharmacy paperwork casually around the

way around it. And further, built herself some leverage by finding a way to run it through