Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 179 – Closing in on the Pack

Victor and Alvin sit quietly in the hummer, their eyes focused on the foliage in front of them. Just through it, they can begin to see the start of a field, the place where Victor intends to hold the battle.

Alvin sits next to his father, quietly chewing on a granola bar, patiently waiting for the next steps. Victor glances at him, impressed, passively, by his ability to sit and wait. He smiles, considering that a good soldier needs many skills, but patience is certainly one of them.

“Alvin,” he says quietly. “When this all…starts. I want you on the back line. And I want your promise that you will stay there, no matter what happens. Stay with the Beta to whom I assign you. All right?”

Alvin looks up at him and gives a brisk nod, surprising Victor again. He had expected more pushback from that.

Victor reaches out a hand and puts it on his son’s shoulder. “Or, if you want,” he says quietly. “You can stay here, in the car. And wait. It’s going to be…well, it will not all be fun, what happens on that battlefield today. You won’t be in any danger, on the back line. But there’s no reason you have to see it, if you don’t want to.”

Alvin holds his gaze steadily. “I want to see it, papa. All of it. This is my pack too.”

Victor nods, understanding, but inwardly he feels guilt. Perhaps he should have insisted that Alvin stay home with Bridgette and Burton – he’s just a child.

But then, Victor recalls Alvin’s words from earlier. He’s not just a kid – he’s an Alpha as well. Victor knows that perhaps more than anyone, being shoved into the position of leading a pack when he was far too young for the job.

Victor sighs, a little, wondering if this was all a mistake – perhaps he should have let Evelyn go, that day at the Quiz competition, let the boys have a normal life, where they wouldn’t be on a battlefield at age six –

The radio on his shoulder blares, interrupting his thoughts –

“Sir,” he voice says, frantic. “We’ve been detected – Walsh’s forces are aware that the left flank – at least the left flank is here – it’s only a matter of time –“

There’s a little disturbance, and then another voice comes on the line –

“Sir,” another Beta says, “we have to move. Now.”

radio on his shoulder to respond. “Copy,” he replies,

whose face is gone a little pale. “You ready, kid?” Victor asks, revving the car’s engine. Alvin nods, stoic, and looks

Victor presses his foot on the gas and the car moves forward into the meadow in front of them. All around them,

have encircled Walsh’s property and, at this moment, are moving

Walsh and his

They move them into the dining room, which is full of other Betas, snapping the shutters shut and ensuring that all of the doors are locked. Ian looks around at them, watching them work, noting that the shutters are made of metal – not

of a Beta as he leads her by the arm to a chair by

take you here, ma’am,” the Beta says. “This room has been retrofitted as a saferoom, where you cannot be harmed or taken in the event of a

Walsh exclaims, looking around in

to her as they, too,

though, Walsh

at his heels. “We are at war. That upstart, Kensington – he’s surrounded

Walsh gasps, pressing a hand

I see, he says, a bit of a sneer in his voice. “Conveniently timed.

remembers that, of course, she’s supposed to have just come back from vacation. “I have no idea where my husband is,” she says,

Delia and Ian before nodding to the Betas,

is available to you,” he says, gesturing towards door at the back corner of the room, “and food will be brought to you at my discretion. There are also supplies there,” he says, pointing towards a corner where – indeed – Emma sees boxes

Walsh and Willard move to

calls after, him, angry. “Are you serious? We’re just supposed to sit here, your prisoners, while you have a

door. “You are no a prisoner, Emma. You are my property.

the room, but Emma barely blinks. It’s nothing she hasn’t