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.

being dragged from the

pleased. That should

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

a hand on his back, then, and looks up to see a

says, giving him a little smile. “Let’s take you to

hand, and nods, apparently exhausted and willing to do

feet, then puts a gentle arm around his shoulders as he leads him

hall, but as they go, Ian looks

your name?” Ian asks, “where are you from? Do you know my

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

at the head of a convoy of trucks, consulting with one of

his little

a double-take. Alvin’s face is drawn with worry and Victor realizes that Alvin wouldn’t interrupt him for something

moves to speak to the rest of the team. Then,

says, glancing around, not sure who he is allowed to talk in front of. “Ian

continue, his pulse speeding

carries on. “Ian says that grandpapa knows that you’re coming,” he

him? Intuiting the direction

Alpha was there – a skinny man – Ian showed me a picture. He came and told grandpapa this morning.” Victor nods, knowing instantly that Alvin, in describing the skinny Alpha,

Ian says that someone is missing?” Alvin screws up his face here, thinking hard, frustrated. “I don’t know

confused by this.

“Anything else?” Victor asks.