Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 175 – Twinspeak

“Take her away,” Walsh commands his Betas. “To the cells in the basement. I want her under constant supervision.”

The Betas nod, responding immediately, grasping Evelyn by her arms and pulling her out of the room. On the way, with her back to her father, Evelyn gives Ian a little wink, encouraging him silently to be brave.

He doesn’t respond, knowing that his grandfather’s eyes are on him, but instead covers his mouth in apparent horror and watches her go. When she’s dragged from the room, he collapses to the floor in tears.

Walsh and Willard exchange a glance, apparently not knowing what to do.

They let him cry it out for a moment before Walsh steps forward to his grandson, going to one knee and patting him on the shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

“There there,” Walsh says awkwardly. “She’ll be fine…your mother has been naughty, is all. She is going to go to a safe place until we can sort the situation. Don’t cry.”

But Ian continues to cry, his hands pressed to his eyes as he curls face-down on the floor, gasping for breath and allowing the sobs to rack his body. If Walsh had been watching closely – which he’s not, as he’s made terribly uncomfortable by human emotion – he’d have noticed that no tears were seeping from between Ian’s hands.

Instead, Walsh merely stands up and studies his grandson for a moment before walking back to Willard’s side.

“Will he be all right?” Willard asks.

“He’ll be fine,” Walsh responds, turning to the door and snapping his fingers. “Children are always overly-emotional. We’ll just send him away to the women.”

While Walsh and Willard wait for the Betas to enter the room, Ian uses the time to concentrate on sending Alvin a series of images.

Willard, storming into breakfast, aware that Joyce was gone.

Walsh and Willard, huddled together looking at the phone.

from the room by

pleased. That should

the boy,” Walsh says, nodding towards Ian, still crying on the floor. “Take him to

on his back, then, and

little man,” the Beta says, giving him a little smile. “Let’s take you to your grandmother,

hand, and nods, apparently

helps him to his feet, then puts a gentle arm around his shoulders as he leads him from the room, nodding to

Beta walk silently together down the hall, but as they go, Ian looks curiously up at the

are you from? Do you know

aaahs, but, as the Beta concentrates on the story, Ian carefully unhooks

convoy of trucks, consulting with one of his Beat team leaders, when Alvin suddenly tugs on his

says, his little voice

Alvin, a little frustrated at the interruption, but then does a double-take. Alvin’s face is drawn with worry and

to the Beta, who nods and moves to speak to the rest of the

he is allowed to talk in front of. “Ian sent me

continue, his pulse

says that grandpapa knows that

him? Intuiting the

me a picture. He came and told grandpapa this morning.” Victor nods, knowing instantly that

information on you – something on a phone – and Ian says that someone is missing?” Alvin screws up his face here, thinking hard, frustrated. “I don’t know who – a bad man?” He

confused by this.

“Anything else?” Victor asks.