Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 176 – All Tied Up

Delia enjoys it a little too much, the sting on her palm when she slaps Joyce across the face.

He growls, his head still snapped to the side, his cheek red with the impact. Delia can see his teeth begin to elongate. God, but he wants to tear her to pieces.

She just grins.

“Tell us,” Emma says, her voice calm. “The passwords to all of the banking systems. The locations of the weapons cache.”

They had spent the past few hours going through Joyce’s phone, through the abundance of emails and records available there on it. They had learned that the Walsh and Willard packs combined had a great deal of military force but, indeed, very little money.

In order to take the pack, they were going to need both. The money was easy – simply transferring it from one account to another. The army, on the other hand…

It was going to be more difficult to get a team of Betas to transfer their allegiance to a trio of women who were clearly working on a coup to take the pack. But Evelyn was confident that, if they could prove that John and Joyce were incompetent that the Betas would be persuaded to turn their allegiance to the next in line for pack control: Ian.

In order to do that, though, they needed control of the weapons. They had to prevent any particularly creative or inventive Betas from taking their allegiance to John or Joyce too far.

“I’m not giving you anything,” Joyce says, gritting his teeth. “You stupid bitches – you’re never going to get away with this. Even with the money and the weapons – you’ll never turn the pack against me.”

“It won’t be hard to turn the pack against you,” Delia says, bringing her face close to his, “if you’re dead.”

Joyce turns sharply and snaps his teeth at her then, but Delia just laughs, pulling her face away in time.

“You’re enjoying this,” Emma says, flicking her eyes over Delia. “Maybe…a little too much.”

“Maybe,” Delia says, laughing and crossing her arms over her chest. “But I just…really hate this guy.”

Just as Emma opens her mouth to speak again, Joyce’s phone beeps and a message pops up.

clients, wondering why you’re

when she sees what’s on the screen,

says, beckoning her over. “You need to see

table, quickly reading

I hope that you captured Uncle Joyce and that he is not reading this message. Uncle Joyce, if this is you, can you please give the phone to Aunt Emma? I want to talk

at each other,

her arms across her chest. “And, for a genius…not

Emma replies. “It worked,

asks, suspicious.

Phone: It’s okay, Ian, you found

few moments, the reply

Oh, great! Well, mom wanted me to send you an update. She is downstairs in a prison and asked me to please tell you that plans have changed and that Victor is attacking my grandpop sometime soon. She said you’d want to

each other. Victor,

Delia asks, frowning. “In

frantic and distracted. “There’s some old cells in the basement – but Delia, we have to go. If they’ve got her in the basement – they suspect – everything’s different, now,

glance, careful not to give him any more information than they already

that Delia means

says, grabbing her phone and her coat. “She doesn’t want him to find her – she left for a reason.

two quickly collect their things, swiftly packing bags and heading out the front door to the car. Before they leave, they check one last time to ensure that Joyce

close to his as she ties his gag back in place. “Do us a favor and don’t die

laughs lightly at him, turning off the lights as she heads

driveway and onto the road. Then, he smiles, just a little. The women had done a good job of tying

they forgot to do was make sure the chair itself

hit his back. Then, leaning forward, he slowly – so slowly – begins to rub the duct tape