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.

first one he’s able to manage – and begins to yell at me. “What the hell were you thinking, Evelyn?!”

looking back to the house. “I had

you not to go in there!” He says, his face still lit with rage. “You could have

how dare he scold me for doing the same

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

“Sir, she –“

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

his face, and Victor bellows, hauling his fist up and punching the poor Beta across the face as hard as

I yell, horrified

towards him, palms forward, and feel the message first coil within me and then pulse out from me, towards him, a single

STOP.

Beta, fixing his gaze on me. The Beta scrambles away, looking back over his shoulder with fear, a hand

give me a rough shake. “You could have

say, appalled at him, though – actually – I hadn’t even considered

Victor shakes his head at me and then allows himself to ungracefully sit down on the ground, putting his head in his hands. I watch him, shocked, and see

hand on his back, rubbing it softly.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you – if I hadn’t seen you out of the corner of my eye while I was getting Rafe out – I couldn’t live with myself

low. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You’re right – I should have

to wipe some of the soot from his face with my thumb. I wonder, passively,

to him,