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

thinks, pleased. That should

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

hand on his back, then, and looks up

says, giving him a

sniffs, whipping his nose with the back of his hand, and

him a little wink and helps him to his feet, then puts a gentle arm around his shoulders as he leads

the hall, but as

are you from?

the child needs a little distraction, begins to tell him. Ian responds with interested ooohs and aaahs, but, as the Beta concentrates on the story, Ian carefully unhooks the Beta’s cell

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

he says, his little voice

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

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

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

to continue, his pulse speeding up. Finally, some

that grandpapa

him? Intuiting the direction of his thoughts,

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

on a phone – and Ian says that someone is missing?” Alvin screws up his face here, thinking hard, frustrated. “I

confused by

“Anything else?” Victor asks.