Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 151 – Down in Flames

I dash into the boys room, waking them as gently as I can in my frantic state. Archie comes with me, barking at my heels.

“Boys,” I say as they rub their eyes and groan. “Quickly – you’re safe, but I need you to move.”

They respond quickly, their faces grave as they pull themselves out of bed and slide their slippers onto their feet. Taking each by the hand, I pull them down the stairs, the dog following behind. Victor is already by the back door, looking out.

“Mama,” Alvin says, his voice trembling. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a fire, baby,” I say, trying to peer beyond Victor at the flames, “up at the big house.”

Both boys gasp and I go to one knee in front of them, trying to will seriousness and confidence on my face to calm them. “Daddy and I are going to go up and see if we can help, but we need you two to be safe. Okay?”

The books look at each other, considering, and then turn to me and nod. “Good boys,” I murmur, and then pull them over to the front door. Beta Frank is there, the radio on his shoulder buzzing with communication from the other Betas up by the house.

“Frank,” I say, speaking quickly and pushing the boys towards him. “I need you to take them in the car, drive them away – you don’t need to go far, but I want some safe distance between them and any danger –“

I look him in the eyes and I hope that my expression communicates that I’m putting my entire world in his hands.

He gives me one solid nod, confident. “I’ll take care of them, ma’am. With my life.”

“Thank you, Frank,” I murmur, kissing each boy on the head before giving them a little push towards Frank. Then I pick up Archie too, giving him a little kiss on the nose and pressing him into Frank’s arms as well.

Frank leads the boys away to the Hummer parked out front and I spin back to Victor, running to him. When I am by his side, we both bolt out the back door and up to the house.

“Is it,” I ask, panting, “is it an attack?”

up speed and leaving me a behind. When I catch up to him at the pool, he’s already consulting with his Betas. Burton is there – thank god – sitting on a chair and breathing into a paper

the butler. “Are you all right?” I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder. He nods at me, his face covered in soot.

away from his face. “I woke up to smoke everywhere – luckily, I am on the first

for them. “Are they

standing just at the foot of the porch stairs. He looks to me,

shoulders, “the fire department is on its

at him, understanding. He has to

to him in a swift, too-brief hug, pressing a kiss to my head. “No matter what happens, Evelyn,” he says, holding me at arms length, “you stay out here. No one is to enter – the Betas have orders – but

elbow to his nose as he pushes through the back door. I watch him go –

think they’re upstairs,” a Beta says, “in their bedroom.” I nod, thinking, of course,

lip, peering into the house, wondering what the hell happened – what started it – when suddenly I notice something. Peering through the back door, I have a very slight view of the living room beyond. And

it, a hand – its delicate fingers splayed out against the

whisper, and then – without thinking – I’m in

they’re saying as I push myself over the threshold. The smoke is thick now, roiling above me – and it’s hot, so terribly, achingly

towards the living room, coughing

isn’t far – I cross it in a few strides to see Bridgette laying on her stomach on the floor, apparently passed out from the smoke. Perhaps she was asleep when it started – perhaps she tried to escape too late and

relieved breath when I feel her life beating below my

it, starting to drag her towards the kitchen and the exit there. Her foot gets stuck on the couch and, as I lay her back down to release it,

s**t –

time to go, but she’s heavy. We’re not even in the kitchen

up again, and begin to pull, coughing as the smoke grows ever thicker, beginning to fill the room. I see something moving out of the corner of my eye,