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.

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

day for a fire, but he also doesn’t really care. He stares

her so wise, so helpful, so clear-headed. Was it all just an

How much

of his life – his separation from Amelia, the downfall of his pack, the centrality of Evelyn herself to his regaining the pack

much had been her nudging the pieces in the right direction, as the voice on the phone

at that thought – wait. Who even had been the voice on the other

In his focus on his extreme emotional betrayal,

it was the person on the other end

burn it and to his personal life? Who would have known that he was in therapy. Then, who would have been clever enough to put together the clues

the answer to the question. That there’s only one person who could have possibly have had

“Sir?”

voice is soft and tentative, but Victor still jumps

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

who stands with his

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

his chair

sit down?”

once, deciding, and then nods to the chairs folded up against the wall. Edgar takes one, unfolds it, and sits across the fire from Victor, folding his hands

Victor asks,

says quietly. “But I am aware that the house

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

I do swear to you – it’s completely by chance. I was here visiting some old friends,” he nods again to the

not really running high on trust at the moment.

that I

Amelia,” Victor says, watching his former Beta closely as he states the

obviously, he had thought

Amelia herself told me that she’d say hello to you for me, the last

he murmurs. “It would have been easier to deliver this information if you weren’t already suspicious