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.

phone. “Another one of your hooker clients, wondering why you’re late for your appointment?” She flicks her eyes

off when she sees what’s on

says, beckoning her over. “You need

Emma joins Delia by the table, quickly reading through the message from one

is okay. 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

look at each

her arms across her chest. “And, for a

Emma replies. “It worked, didn’t

Joyce asks, suspicious. Both women

okay, Ian,

a few moments,

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

other. Victor, attacking? What the hell

Delia asks, frowning. “In

go. If they’ve got her in the basement – they suspect – everything’s different,

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

intuitively, that Delia

“She doesn’t want him to find her – she left for a reason.

out the front door to the car. Before they leave, they check one last time to ensure that

ties his gag back in place. “Do us a favor and don’t die on us when we’re gone. I want to be

turning off the lights as she heads out the door,

driveway and onto the road. Then, he smiles, just a little. The women had done a good job of tying him to the chair, making sure he couldn’t

they forgot to do

moving the chair across the kitchen until he feels the sharp corner of the granite countertop hit his back. Then, leaning forward, he slowly – so slowly – begins to rub the duct tape binding his wrists together