Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 173 – Sneaky Squirrel

John Walsh storms into breakfast the next morning, making everyone at the table freeze.

“What is the meaning of this,” he growls at Evelyn, who stares at him with a piece of toast half in her mouth.

Evelyn removes her toast and clears her throat. “What are you talking about, dad?” she asks.

Ian, seated next to her, stares at his grandfather, his hands still wrapped around his teacup filled with hot cocoa.

“Joyce,” Walsh says, glaring at them as he comes to the head of the table. He doesn’t sit down, but instead places his palms flat on the table, leaning forward to glare at his wife, his daughter, and his grandson, all seated there.

All three blink at him and Evelyn’s mother glances at the door.

“Is he not coming down for breakfast?” she asks.

“Oh shoot,” Evelyn says, her eyes narrowing sarcastically. “And I was so looking forward to seeing him.”

“He has not reported for duty,” Walsh says, glaring around at them. “He didn’t even check in last night, after he went out.”

“Well, what was he doing out?” Ian asks, his eyebrows raised.

Walsh glares at him.

“If he missed his bedtime,” Ian says, all innocence, “then it sounds like it’s his fault.”

Evelyn works hard to keep her face straight, sending Ian a little glance of appreciation. God, she loves her kid.

“I know that you’re behind this, Evelyn,” Walsh says, ignoring Ian and turning his wrath on Evelyn. But Evelyn cut her teeth on that wrath – she knows how to handle it.

“I’m sorry, dad,” she says, reaching calmly for a bowl of cut fruit that a servant set in front of her. “But I really don’t know anything about what you’re talking about. You know that Joyce and I haven’t had any contact for years – why would I know anything now?”

and daintily gives herself a scoop before returning it to the center of the

else but he’s interrupted when James Willard pushes through

to see who else is in the room. “The Beta encampment

and then nods his head towards the rest

doing a double-take when he realizes that it’s Evelyn sitting there,

says, his demeanor changing to one of cool composure.

back in her chair and picking up her cup of tea. “Truly a pleasure to see you as well. I never got a chance to thank you, by the way – it’s

an eyebrow at

Victor and secretly keeping my allegiance to my father’s pack. If you’d kept your word, I’d have been stuck in a terribly abusive situation. In so many ways,” she says, c*****g

knowing what to do with this information. “Of course, Evelyn,” he says, giving her a cursory little bow. “I always had your best interests at heart and knew that

gives him a little nod and

“We need to

both men pass. As soon as the door swings

says. “Can I go

to a newspaper that had been left on the table

opens her mouth to

needs to learn how to entertain himself on his own, anyway, without

watching the door swing shut again after Ian’s little form passes

still absently reading the paper. Her mother hesitates a moment and then picks up

determine where he had gone. Adults walk too fast, he thinks, frustrated as he tries to find

far. His grandfather’s office is at the end of the hall and, in

thinks, sitting down in the hallway outside, daddy wouldn’t have forgotten to close the door. Then, he takes a set of jacks out of his pocket and settles in to listen, bouncing the ball and collecting the jacks

have put this much control into the hands of someone

pack as my grandsons’ ward, when I am finished,” Walsh replies, his tone harsh. “He needs the experience and he has the training to do it. Stop

Willard hisses, and Ian hears something bang in the room – maybe someone hitting a wall, or a desk? “Don’t you see what