Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 172 – H-Hour

An hour later, Alvin is buckled into the back seat of the hummer, his hands folded in his lap, his little backpack tucked between his feet. He watches out the window as his father clears up some final instructions with Burton, who with stay with the cottage, and shakes Bridgette’s hand before starting to walk towards the car.

Alvin watches as Rafe gives Bridgette a lingering hug and a small kiss and then, to Alvin’s shock, follows his dad to the car.

Victor climbs into the driver’s seat and Rafe comes around to the passenger’s side, pulling the door open and climbing into the car. Alvin’s mouth drops open as he sees Rafe buckle his belt.

“What,” Alvin says quietly, “are you doing here?”

Both men, surprised, turn to look at him in the back seat.

“What?” Rafe asks, his dark brows drawing together.

“I asked,” Alvin says, crossing his arms. “What you are doing here, uncle Rafe.”

Rafe’s eyes go wide but Victor just laughs.

“Rafe is coming with us,” Victor says, turning his attention back to the already-running car and putting it in drive. At his signal, the convoy pulls out onto the road.

“Why,” Alvin asks, bitterness in his tone.

“You got a problem with me, kid?” Rafe asks sternly, but Alvin can see that he has a smirk on his face, as if it might be funny if Alvin did have a problem with him.

“You’re a sneaky betrayer,” Alvin says, still angry. Rafe bursts out laughing, which just makes Alvin madder.

Victor smiles as the convoy starts to pick up pace. “It’s okay, Alvin,” he says. “I commanded him to follow my every order. I used my Alpha compulsion, so he can’t break it. Right Rafe?”

Rafe rolls his eyes. “Yes, that’s right,” he says, peering out the window. “Not that it was necessary.”

Alvin looks between them, considering. “So, no matter what,” he asks. “Uncle Rafe has to do what you say? And not do anything to hurt you?”

“That’s right,” Victor says as they pull onto the highway. “Nothing to hurt me, or the campaign, or the pack.” He smirks at his brother. “He has to be a good little puppy.”

Rafe gives him a dirty look, but says nothing.

“Good,” Alvin says, narrowing his eyes at the back of Rafe’s head. “Because if he betrays you again, I’ll Alpha command him to jump off a bridge.”

men up front burst into laughter at

kid,” Rafe says, grinning back at him. “I take your point – you don’t trust me. Go easy

don’t have to do anything

at that and then looks

shrugs. “He’s the heir now.

scowls in his seat as the convoy drives

at the Beta camp, it’s nearly 1:30 in the morning, and Alvin has indeed fallen asleep in the back. Victor feels sleep pulling at him too,

the fire pit, where his head Betas are waiting to begin to plan the attack. Seeing Victor take a seat at the head of the circle, Rafe hesitates

him. “Well?”

comes out to the circle, where the

at him a little. “I’m surprised at you. The Rafe I know would have been brashly inserting himself in this circle until I yelled at

up at Victor, a little rueful. “Yeah well,” he says. “The Rafe you knew didn’t get very far in this world, did

smiles a little but then nods at him. “Well, don’t get too docile on me, Rafe. We need a little

Rafe leans forward

she took back roads, just in case someone knew to look out for her car in the

knocked-out man into the trunk of her car. Then, he had also helped her gag him and then tie his hands and legs together, showing her specific knots he

Delia had asked, pleased and baffled at

ask questions she didn’t want answers to. Then, with a casual wave, he

had been peaceful, silent even. But about fifteen minutes ago, Delia had

her shoulder. “Looks like Prince

Joyce knows that the trunk will open soon, and that this will be his

the car and hurries to the house. Really, it would have been so much

throwing open

springs off the couch, running towards Delia and wrapping her arms around her. “Oh thank god,” Emma murmurs. “You were gone so long – I thought the worst

looking for any injuries, and she softly reaches out a hand

okay,” Delia says, brushing her hand gently away. “We’ve got bigger

over Delia’s shoulder and then nods. “Okay. Let’s get

shotgun that Delia hadn’t noticed by the door. It hadn’t been

that thing,” Delia murmurs, eyeing the long gun as they walk to

this morning,” Emma says, looking at