Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 155 – Blow Out

“Victor!” I cry, pounding down the stairs after him. He’s already at the back door, ready to pull it open and storm out. “Stop!”

He turns on me then, and I can see that he’s working hard to keep a leash on his rage.

I stop dead in my tracks, my eyes going wide, knowing very well that I should not push him.

An Alpha at the end of his tether is a dangerous thing.

“What, Evelyn,” he growls at me. “What can you possibly have to say?”

I reach out a hand, sorrow and apology written all over my face. “Victor, please,” I say, “we can talk about this -”

“Talk about what,” he says, his voice gruff as he takes three threatening steps towards me. “About how you lied to me for months? Manipulated me? Let me believe that I was speaking to a professional while I spilled my secrets to you?”

I bite my lip, knowing that he is right. I don’t say anything – can’t think of anything at all to say.

“Do you deny it, Evelyn?” he asks, taking two more steps closer so that he his lowering over me.

Slowly, I shake my head, looking up at him, my whole body pleading to him for forgiveness.

“God damnit, Evelyn!” he roars, again putting back his head to release that feral sound.

“Victor, stop,” I say, unthinkingly closing the distance between us and putting my hands on his chest as I glance back towards the stairs. “The boys –“

He swipes my hands off of him, pushing me away. “Don’t touch me, Evelyn,” he growls.

I curl my arms to my chest, clasping my hands just below my chin. “Victor,” I say, my voice soft and sorry and terrified, “please, let me tell you how it all came about – let me explain –“

“Let you explain,” he says, rage lighting anew in his eyes. “Do you think you can explain away this kind of betrayal?!”

thing I had – we were paired up at random by the agency – and then, when I figured out it was you – you were trying to take

months after we agreed to coparent, when you were no longer at risk of losing your children,” he says,

can do is shake

months, that I was crossing a line, that I

kept going, kept influencing him, kept collecting his secrets about Amelia and his life, his inner thoughts, his turmoil. Hell, I had counciled him

good and kind and fair, especially in comparison to someone like Amelia. But at

my lip. Because that isn’t exactly true, is it? I

Victor reformed long before I did. He started out rough, but began treating me fairly very early on in our coparenting journey,

now, unable to look at him, the shame is

as I hear the timid voice

peeking from between the rungs of the stair railing. Their faces are shocked, frightened. They have never seen their father act like this, not even on his wedding day when

together longer, I know, in

upstairs, boys,” I whisper to them. The room is so

Ian says, concerned, starting to take a few steps down the stairs

tiny act of disobedience, Victor fully

booms out, commanding them. An

with it, never having felt the compulsion of an Alpha over their body. It doesn’t hurt, I know, but the feeling of a lack of control – of needing

unsettles them,

to them quickly, urging them to obey. They do, moving quickly

turn back to Victor then – I can’t believe he just did that to my sons –

scared to move. When my father got like

no, Victor is not my father

me and I see him realize what he’s done, that he’s lost his temper so much that it’s shattering his family, breaking their

still livid, but again in control. I feel

Victor growls at me.

no,” I insist, shaking my head. “There’s

interrupts, sweeping a hand between us. “I can never, never look at you the