Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 167 – Home again

As they pull up to the Walsh estate, Evelyn takes a deep breath, glancing down at Ian.

“Are you ready for this?” she asks. Ian looks up at her, giving her a firm little nod.

They spent all morning going over their roles, ensuring that he knows his part. Emma had thought it would be best if Evelyn left Ian behind, but Evelyn had insisted on taking him.

Her father was very capable of very basic reconnaissance of the Kensington pack that would reveal that one of the boys was missing. If he knew Evelyn had taken Ian, but not brought him with her when she came “home,” he would be suspicious.

Plus, Evelyn trusted Ian. He would make her story much, much more believable.

“Okay,” she says, parking the car in front of the stairs that lead up to the front door. “I need you to be brave, when we’re inside. Because we can’t leave until the job is done. Once we go in, there’s no going back. Are you ready?”

“Yes, mama,” he says, giving her a wicked little smile. “Let’s bury them.”

Evelyn works hard not to laugh, knowing that eyes are on them already. “Okay, baby,” she says, winking at him as she opens her car door. “Let’s do just that.”

Together, Evelyn and Ian walk into the parlor of the Walsh house. Evelyn holds her chin high, as an Alpha woman should, and stares evenly at her father and her mother as she enters. Her mother’s eyes sweep quickly over her daughter, going pale as she takes in her black eye and bruised face.

“Well, Evelyn,” John Walsh says, folding his hands in his lap. “You’re looking poorly.”

He shifts his eyes to his grandson, holding Evelyn’s hand. “You, however, look no worse for the wear.”

Playing the part they discussed, Ian tucks himself closely against Evelyn, half hiding behind her and peering at his grandfather. Of course, in real life Ian would act nothing like this – he’d probably snarl at anyone who told his mother she looked poorly.

But, today was a different kind of day.

ignoring his comment. “We’ve come home, begging sanctuary. Seeking to be let back into

can –“ her mother says, quickly rising from her chair.

Evelyn. “How do I know this is not some kind of ploy to

personality come through – after all, John has met him

and Ian

Evelyn says. “All I have is my story, and

lip to tremble, allows desperation to come into her eyes. “Please,” she says.

hands

her very real, very recent heartbreak making it a little easier to fill her eyes with tears. “But he…he

at the floor, frowning deeply. As if she’s remembering the

says, taking one more hesitant step closer to her. “Are you…you

her eyes shut. “I’m not pregnant.

to be pregnant, back when she thought it

where is your proof that

meeting his eyes again. “Send your Betas to check my story. I escaped Victor’s pack and did as much damage as I could

memory is very painful. “I took my son with me. I tried to get them both, but he stopped me – he still has

“Please. Please father. Please get my little

that, Ian comes forward, taking a step towards the Walsh patriarch. “It’s true,” he says, raising his own chin. “Our father…he was

impressed with her little actor. She had thought acting would be more up Alvin’s alley, as a

a minute and then crooks a finger, calling one of his Betas over to him. He whispers to the Beta for a moment, demanding reconnaissance to check

knew that her father’s Beta team was weak. They didn’t have nearly the spying power that Victor’s pack had, nor

over Victor’s land, to see if the house had indeed burned. Then send a few spies to see what they could glean from looking into the house with binoculars