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.

come home, begging sanctuary. Seeking to be let

–“ her mother says, quickly rising from her chair. But she

before turning back to Evelyn. “How do I know this is not

mommy,” Ian says gruffly, letting a little of his personality come through – after all, John has met him before. “She is not a

John snaps, and Ian

know how to prove it to you,” Evelyn says. “All I have is my story, and my allegiance. You can put me under whatever kinds of commands you

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

hands to her heart. “What

little easier to fill her eyes with tears.

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

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

her eyes shut.

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

pretty act,” Walsh says, glaring at her. “But where is your proof that this is

escaped Victor’s pack and did as much damage as I could on my

memory is very painful. “I took my son with me.

knees. “Please. Please father. Please get my little boy back for me. He’s not safe

says, raising his own chin. “Our father…he was

her little actor. She had thought acting would be more up

over to him. He whispers to the Beta for a moment, demanding reconnaissance to

team was weak. They didn’t

Walsh would be able to do would be to send a few drones 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 from looking into the house with binoculars or