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.

mother, being dragged from the room

thinks, pleased. That should

enter the room, responding to Walsh’s beckoning. “Take the boy,” Walsh says, nodding towards Ian, still crying on the floor. “Take him to

back, then, and looks up to see

man,” the Beta says, giving him a

the back of his hand, and nods, apparently exhausted and willing to do as he’s

a gentle arm around his shoulders as he leads him from the room, nodding to Walsh

silently together down the hall, but as they go,

are you from? Do you know

the Beta concentrates on the story,

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

he says, his little

Alvin, a little frustrated at the interruption, but then does a double-take. Alvin’s face is drawn with worry and Victor realizes that Alvin wouldn’t interrupt

Victor says to the Beta, who nods and moves to speak to the rest of the team. Then,

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

pulse speeding up. Finally, some information

carries on. “Ian says that grandpapa

tell him? Intuiting

a picture. He came and told grandpapa this morning.” Victor nods, knowing instantly that Alvin, in describing the skinny Alpha, must

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

but also confused by this. Who could

“Anything else?” Victor asks.