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

says, quickly rising from her chair. But she stills,

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

Ian says gruffly, letting a little of his personality come through – after all, John has met

and Ian tucks himself

prove it to you,” Evelyn says. “All I have is my story, and my allegiance. You

to come into her eyes. “Please,” she says. “I… I can’t go back there. Can’t submit my son to

pressing her hands to her heart. “What

fill her eyes with tears. “But he…he just wanted more children. He was impressed with Alvin and Ian, you

floor, frowning deeply. As

says, taking one more hesitant

eyes

very much she wanted to be pregnant, back when she thought it was real. But

“But where is your proof that

to check my story. I escaped Victor’s pack and did as much damage as I could on my way. I burned his house to the

eyes shut here, as if the memory is very painful. “I took my son with me. I tried to get them both, but he stopped

teary eyes to her father, sinking to her knees. “Please. Please father. Please get my little

Ian comes forward, taking a step towards the Walsh patriarch. “It’s true,” he says, raising his own chin. “Our father…he was not kind to us. He said we were…we were bastards.” He blushes as if

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

his Betas over to him. He whispers to the Beta for

plan. Evelyn knew that that would be her father’s next step, but also knew that her father’s Beta team was weak. They didn’t have nearly the spying power that Victor’s pack had, nor the manpower to infiltrate Victor’s land and get

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