Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 158 – Split

That afternoon, Victor runs through the woods of the encampment. When he had originally purchased the land, it was all wooded with trees like these, but he’d had most of them cut down, repurposing the wood to build parts of the encampment and the barracks.

But these acres of woods he left for Betas to try themselves in, creating mock battles to prepare for the ones they’d face in real life. Paths wove around the woods, miles of them – and Victor was on them this evening, running himself until his breath was sharp in his lungs, until he could finally think again with some degree of clarity.

He stops in the middle of the woods when he’s finally run out, bending down to put his hands on his knees, panting. He works out every day in the morning of course – but today, he’s really pushed himself.

Still, as far as he’s gone, as much as he’s pressed…he can’t get her out of his head.

Evelyn. What the hell was he going to do with Evelyn?

Because as the blood courses through him, he knows, internally, that he can’t live without Evelyn.

Victor sinks down to the forest floor, his feet still planted on the ground, his arms resting over his knees, staring up through the canopy of the trees.

It was different with Amelia. When he had made that decision – ended the mating bond, ended the relationship – he had known that there was a finality to it. That he was finished, could never trust her, wouldn’t regret it – not really – if he never saw her ever again.

But with Evelyn…god, he couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore. Couldn’t imagine a day without her face, her smile, her laugh – let alone a lifetime of growing old without her.

Was he just being an i***t? Victor wonders this as he stares up, seeking the sky between the leaves. Was he just missing Evelyn, wanting her back because he’s in love with her? Would it be a horrible mistake to take her back?

Was it easier to leave Amelia merely because she had betrayed him more, and he had gotten sick of it? He had more proof, more evidence, of her complete disregard for his feelings and emotions – is that what had made it easy?

If he went back to Evelyn, tried again, started anew with clean slates – would he just be falling into the same old trap? Would she, too, betray him again and again?

Victor sighs, looking back down at his hands. God damnit, but he was sick of questions with no answers.

that, he stands and slowly begins the

day, a few Betas had come

could certainly handle it themselves. Instead, Victor climbs back into his car and drives onto the road that takes him home, finally wanting to face the

Evelyn – what she did – was it really as horrible

it had been a conniving play for power and information wherein Evelyn

timing of when the therapy first began, right when

the same situation, would he not have

away from her, calling her a surrogate, blaming her for keeping the children away from him when – what choice, really, had she

from a sense of self-preservation. When Joyce

she had been ejected from her father’s pack, she had gone back to school to build a career for herself. When she had discovered she was pregnant, she had done everything she could – changed her

known that no one could care for them like she did. And

yesterday, frustrated with himself now instead of Evelyn. He was an Alpha, for god’s sake – he should be in more control

he admires Evelyn. In so many ways she’s

the phone as his therapist beyond when he

told him that Amelia was a snake, and she

given him as his Luna, had he been smart enough to seek

damnit, he

ahead of them – they had to learn to forgive each other, to rebuild, to reestablish their trust in each other. But importantly, there, was the concept of

not the lone transgressor. Nor was she the victim. It was so much more complicated

as he pulls in the driveway of the house, he knows, in his gut as well as his heart, that it’s something he wants to

the house nearly an hour later, his hands in his pockets, his shirt still stained with sweat from his long run, his Betas give him a worried look. Victor frowns at them, wondering if he really

task at hand. Of finding Evelyn, begging her forgiveness, asking

Victor steps into the house, he knows