Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 162 – Beach Plans

At the beach the next day, Evelyn leans back, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin.

Though Delia had paid for the hotel, and its quality reflected her therapist paycheck, Emma had sprung for the beach facilities and here her wealth was…evident.

The three women stretch out on lounge chairs in a beach cabana, little tables next to them sporting their morning cocktails. Evelyn had borrowed a suit from Diana but Emma had insisted on buying one for Ian, and he played a few feet away in his swim trunks and rash guard t-shirt.

It wasn’t as hot as it would be in the summer, but there was a warm snap currently and the women were five hours south of their home city. To them, the sunlight and moderate heat is paradise on a February morning.

“Let’s just stay here,” Delia murmurs, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses. “Just live on the beach until the money runs out. And then we’ll swim into the ocean and become mer-people.”

Emma frowns at her, turning her head slightly in her direction. “No more breakfast cocktails for you,” she says, but Evelyn laughs. She can tell that Emma’s joking.

Evelyn sighs a little, enjoying the physical sensation of being on the beach. Part of her can’t believe that she’s stretched out in the sunlight, smelling the salt air with her sister and her best friend. If someone had told her yesterday that this would be her reality, she’d have called their bluff in a moment.

But here she was.

The comfort and safety of this day, this moment, offers Evelyn a little space in her mind to consider her next moves. Although Delia’s idea sounds appealing, Evelyn knows that she can’t stay here forever. Nor can she return to the city with Delia – Victor would find her in a moment and she was determined – absolutely determined – to stand on her own two feet once again.

For a moment, though, laying there in the sun, Evelyn considers her determination.

Was it, really, what she wanted?

She bites her lip, knowing the answer. That if she could go home, that if Victor would accept her apology, that she’d do it again in the minute.

But he had banished her. He doesn’t hold her paperwork – she’s still part of her father’s pack – but if he did, he would surely make her Rogue. In essence, even without the paperwork, it was done already.

Evelyn was on her own again – no matter what she wanted, she couldn’t go back home. And if she couldn’t do that, then whatever she did, she wasn’t going to live by anyone else’s rules.

“What are you going to do next, Evelyn?” Emma says gently, sitting up a little on her beach lounger, perhaps intuiting the sense of her sister’s thoughts.

Evelyn sighs, looking at her companions. “I don’t know,” she says, sitting up herself and shaking her head. She picks up the mimosa sitting next to her and takes another sip, enjoying the sweetness alongside the bubbles. “I can’t go back, that I know for sure.”

are you sure? When I was at your house the other night – he was so in love with you,

leave the kids, Delia,” she says. “In…in that very Alpha way that means that their word is law.

she says, “that must be a record. How many banishments is that, two? An

and Emma, once she

I can go back to dad’s pack and get banished from that one too. That would be three, if I can count getting banished from the same pack twice.

right now,

glance that Emma throws Delia’s way

the thoughts that come to her mind without really considering them first. “Well, why don’t

Evelyn,” Emma murmurs, picking up her own mimosa and

“Why?” Evelyn asks, frowning.

says, looking over the tops of her sunglasses at

weekend,” Evelyn says, shrugging. “Or are you going to tell me that Joyce really knows where you

Evelyn a little look that clearly

and putting her feet down on the sand. “What the hell is stopping you? You hate your life, Emma.

to take her sister’s. “Come with

pulling her hand out of Evelyn’s grasp and looking over to Delia

fully. “Wait, are you two actually serious? You are being ridiculous. You have to let this go.” She shifts in her seat, clearly uncomfortable, a hen

– came knocking on your door by mistake in the middle of running away myself. Maybe the universe is telling you ‘screw that i***t

head, but

says, laughing a little. “My car is stocked with like…an embarrassing amount of cash that I took out of the bank yesterday

in the car –“ Delia gasps, spinning in her seat and looking towards the little SUV parked

any idea what’s happening – it will be so much easier than the last time I

fades

an open book.

creeps onto her face. “I could…come. If I’m invited? If this isn’t like,” she points a finger and lets it dance between the two of them, “like

her, shocked. “You

heart swells. “I’d have done it a lone time ago,” Delia says. “I

have going on at home? The two of us can start a therapy practice