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?”

he’s already consulting with his Betas. Burton is there – thank god – sitting on a chair and breathing into a paper bag that someone’s given him, fear all

all right?” I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder. He nods at me, his face covered in soot. “What happened?” I ask, a little frantic, looking up at the

know,” Burton says, taking the bag away from his face. “I woke up to smoke everywhere – luckily, I am on the first floor – mademoiselle Bridgette; monsieur Rafe

gasp, looking around for them. “Are they

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

by the shoulders, “the fire department is on its way – but Rafe

at him, understanding. He has to

pulls me 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

pushes through the back door. I watch him go –

“in their bedroom.” I nod, thinking, of course,

notice something. Peering through the back door, I have a very slight view of the living room beyond. And there, on the floor, just by the

it, a hand – its delicate fingers splayed

whisper, and then – without

as I sprint for the back door, but I don’t process what they’re saying as I push myself over the threshold. The smoke is thick now, roiling above me – and it’s hot,

swiftly towards the living room, coughing as the smoke mingles with the oxygen in

out from the smoke.

feel her

weight into 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, I look around to see flames starting to curl at the base of the wall, on the carpet of the

s**t –

but she’s heavy. We’re not

again, and begin to pull, coughing as the smoke grows ever thicker, beginning to fill the room. I see something