Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 156 – The Ashes of his Life

Victor flies down the highway in silence, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.

He can’t even engage with his emotions right now – he just feels so desperate and betrayed. So instead, he just drives. And drives.

The mile markers fly by before Victor even really realizes where he’s going. When he arrives, he supposes it’s as good a place as any.

The gates slowly part before the black hummer, the Beta guards at either side saluting him. He doesn’t respond, just drives slowly through his Beta camp.

Victor pulls into his spot by his little office cabin, not really knowing what else to do. When he turns off the car, he rests his head back onto his seat, staring up at the ceiling of the car.

What the f**k.

His emotions start to creep back in on him then, and he grits his teeth against them. But, realizing that he can’t avoid these thoughts forever, Victor exhales, hanging his head, and gives in.

God damnit, how could she have done this to him?

Evelyn. His Evelyn. This woman who he had trusted so completely, who had never, ever been anything but a help to him – even when he had been so horrible to her when he had found her and the boys again, she had always been fair.

She’d let him into her life, helped him, been so beautiful and funny and charming –

And so f*****g sexy, on the night of the Hunt, and every night they had spent together after, curled up in her soft sheets –

And all the while, she had been betraying him. Talking to him while he was at his most vulnerable, collecting his secrets like a little magpie, subtly influencing all of his choices.

God damnit.

Part of the problem was that he couldn’t remember which precise choices he had made according to that advice he’d gotten from his “therapist.” What had he done that was his idea? What had been hers?

Victor pulls the release handle on the door, climbing out and slamming the door shut behind him. Then, he walks around his office and sinks into the camping chair waiting for him there by the fire pit.

The maintenance Betas had set up a fire, stacked the wood in a neat cone over a pile of kindling. And he bet – yes. When Victor reaches into the pocket at the side of the chair, there’s a box of matches waiting to go.

into the pit, and slowly the fire starts to burn. Victor’s glad of it, passively – it’s still cold out, though the snow has melted as

too early in the day for a fire, but he also doesn’t really care. He stares into the

wise, so helpful, so clear-headed. Was it all just an act, or had Evelyn been using that position to truly help him? Indeed, he

it. How much of

downfall of his pack, the centrality of Evelyn herself to

nudging the pieces in the right direction, as the voice on the

wait. Who even had been the

in the chair and covering his face with his hand. In his focus on his extreme emotional betrayal, he had

his f*****g house? He knew, of course, that it was the person on the other end of

to his house to burn it and to his personal life? Who would have known that he was in therapy. Then, who would

as he realizes, suddenly, that he knows the answer to the question. That there’s only one person

“Sir?”

Victor still jumps in his chair at the

in the direction of the word and the growl that was growing in him makes

at Edgar, who stands with his

what it is, precisely, that you’re going through – but I

at him but doesn’t rise from his

down?”

chairs folded up against the wall. Edgar takes one, unfolds it, and

Victor asks, watching him

what has happened, fully,” Edgar says quietly. “But I am aware that the

name instead of the title “Sir,” but doesn’t touch it, instead leaning forward in his chair. “What are you even doing here, Edgar? You’re not one of my Betas anymore. Your presence here – as well as your knowledge of what happened on my property tonight – could be construed as

slowly. “Yes, I understand that my timing gives you pause, but I do swear to you – it’s completely by chance. I was here visiting some old friends,” he nods again to the barracks,

note to do just that. He’s not really running high on trust

I have some information that I think you’d want.” Edgar

his former

– obviously, he had thought it had passed Victor’s

reconnaissance reported it,” Victor explained, “and Amelia herself told me that she’d say

“It would have been easier to deliver this