Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 168 – Joyce

Evelyn’s blood runs cold in her body. Joyce. She fights the urge to snarl at him. Instead, she keeps her face impassive, saying nothing.

“How ironic,” Joyce says, looking slowly around at everyone in the room. “That my ex-wife shows up on the same day that my current wife abandons me.”

No one says a word. Joyce just smirks, closing the distance between himself and Evelyn. “Perhaps I’ll just take you back,” he says softly, raising a hand towards Evelyn’s face.

Evelyn works to stay perfectly still as he runs a finger down her cheek, but she can’t help her wince as his finger presses against her bruise.

“After all,” Joyce murmurs. “Sisters are basically interchangeable.”

His eyes rove over her and he smirks. Evelyn knows, instinctually, that he’s thinking of their wedding night, when he took her virginity –

That horrible night when she had failed to please him and he had taken out his anger on her, punishing her the next day by making her sit in a closet and watch as –

Evelyn presses her eyes closed, working hard to dismiss the memory. She hears him chuckle. He knows, it seems, precisely what she’s thinking about.

Evelyn’s eyes fly open, though, and her gaze snaps down as she hears Ian growl beside her, his teeth fully bared at this man. Joyce laughs down at him.

“Well, little pup,” Joyce laughs, leaning down to get a look at him. Ian’s growl only deepens, his fingers beginning to arch into his claws.

“Handsome boy,” Joyce says, looking back up at Evelyn. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure he’s not mine?”

Evelyn works fast, scooping Ian up in her arms and pressing him against her before he can say a word in defense of his father.

“Don’t speak to him,” Evelyn snarls, “don’t you dare say a word to my son.”

“And why, Evelyn,” Joyce says, his voice caressing the sound of her name, “why would I have any reason to believe that he’s not my son? After all, you had both of us within the same twenty-four hour period.”

Joyce turns his cruel attention to the back of Ian’s head. “Whose to say his seed took root in you while mine did not?”

in her arms, fighting to turn and give

split. One twin for him, and

her eyes down towards his crotch and then back up to his eyes. “Or else why haven’t you given Emma a child, in six years? Or any of the whores

She turns and dips her head to

With that, Evelyn walks right past Joyce

s**t. s**t.

away, heading

that,” Ian growls, looking

Joyce, baby,

hate him,” he says, his voice rumbling as

and putting her son down on the bed. She puts one finger to her lips, bidding him to

the desk’s surface, she plugs it in and puts on an old children’s record – one she liked as a kid. Then, she beckons Ian to come close

“But we can’t talk about it freely, and I don’t know if your grandfather put microphones in this room. So, we have to be

nods up at her, glancing at the record

him, “then probably no one will hear us. We can risk it. But unless this is on, and we’re whispering, we have to play

nods and lifts his mouth to her

said such bad things about

her mouth quirking up at her bloodthirsty little boy. “I

father here. I saw that you wanted to downstairs – but you can’t do that. We have to pretend like daddy is a bad person. People like Joyce are clever – they’re going to say mean things about him to try to trip

Ian seriously in

“I’m sorry mama.

won’t, kiddo,” she whispers, giving him a warm smile. “Now, let’s get settled in. We have big

downstairs again that night, instead pleading exhaustion and emotional distress. They stay cuddled up in bed, reading through the books that

the pair have planned. But still, with a plan like this, there was bound to be some downtime. Now it was just their job to wait until Emma

and Evelyn calls out that they can come in. The door swings