Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 152 – Sacrifice

Desperate, panicked as pieces of the ceiling start to slam down around be, revealing flames behind, I haul myself to my feet. Determined to give it one last shot, I grab Bridgette by her shoulders again and pull, putting my whole weight into it –

Suddenly, I feel something at my back. I gasp and then cough viciously against the smoke in my lungs. I turn, then, to see Victor behind me, looking furious. I open my mouth to speak but he beats me to it.

“Evelyn, go –“ he yells, his face dark with soot, with panic.

“No!” I yell, hauling on Bridgette’s limp form.

“I’ll get her!” he says, adding his strong hands to mine.

“I’m not leaving her here!” I yell up at him and, seeing the determination on my face, he snarls and then turns his attention back to Bridgette. We both take an arm and then the process is fast – just barely fast enough as flames roar through the kitchen, licking at the floor where we were just sitting.

We haul her out, dragging her onto the porch, then across it, and then I feel her arm pulled out of my grasp. I stumble the last few feet into the grass before falling to my knees, gasping for air, savoring the sweet freshness that works its way into my lungs.

Looking around for Bridgette, I see her in Victor’s arms as he stumbles away from me, towards a group of people. Rafe is there, putting out his arms for Bridgette, his face horrified, grateful, scared as he takes his fiancé from his brother.

Then Victor spins around, looking for me. I see him curse as he hurries back towards me, stumbling over his own steps, and then I rise to meet him as he grabs me by the arm and pulls me further away from the house.

When we reach the area where everyone else is huddled, far away enough from the house to be deemed safe, we both fall to the ground, gasping. I let myself lay back on the cool, hard cement next to the pool, staring up at the smoky sky as I work to get my breath back.

I glance over at Victor, sitting with his head between his knees, reaching a hand towards him. But when he looks up to meet my eyes, I can see that he is livid.

the first one he’s able to manage

looking back to the house. “I

in there!” He says, his face still lit with rage. “You could

up, frowning at him – how dare he scold me for doing the

heat of his temper. “Who let her go in there!?” He roars, his hands curling

“Sir, she –“

Victor roars, his teeth elongating into fangs, his fingers sharpening with claws, “who let her go

his fist up and punching the poor Beta across

yell, horrified

like this. I put my hands out towards him, palms forward, and feel the message first coil within me and then pulse out

STOP.

reaches him. He turns sharply away from the Beta, fixing

shake. “You could have done anything

say, appalled at him, though

“They’re bigger than you – you’re –“ Victor shakes his head at me and then allows himself to ungracefully sit

his back, rubbing it softly. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “We

I hadn’t seen you out of the corner of my eye while I was getting Rafe out –

right – I

the soot from his face with my thumb. I wonder, passively, if

baby,” I whisper to him, shaking