Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 180 – The Battlefield

When all of the hummers and war machines have made themselves present on the fields surrounding Walsh’s property, Victor steps out of the car, Alvin climbing out of the driver’s side with him.

They’re nowhere near the house, not really. Instead, they’ve positioned the majority of their forces around the barracks where the mass of Walsh and Willard’s forces lay.

“Do you see how he’s made our job easy for us, Alvin?” Victor asks, taking his son’s hand and looking down at him.

Alvin looks up at him, confused.

Victor gestures towards the barracks, where Willard’s Beta forces – trained by Victor’s own hand, really – are scrambling to prepare themselves. “That’s the barracks, there, where your grandfather and Alpha Willard are keeping his army. Then,” he points over a hill on the other side. “That’s where your grandfather’s house is. What do you think is the mistake there?”

Alvin takes a moment to consider and then squeezes his dad’s hand, excited.

“Too close together,” he says, grinning up at his dad. “We don’t have to split our army to attack both at once.”

“Exactly,” Victor says, nodding. “Precisely why I located my own Beta force so far from our house. It’s a pain to have to drive there but,” he shrugs, “it’s better than this. Your grandfather’s house and barracks were built over one hundred years ago, when packs needed to be close to their Beta forces to communicate.”

Alvin nods, agreeing. “Yes, but now we can talk over long distances. It’s better to spread them out.”

At that moment, a set of Betas come forward.

“Sir?” They say, saluting to Victor and then glancing down at Alvin. Victor nods to them and goes to one knee in front of his son.

“What did we promise, Alvin?” he asks, fighting the tightness in his throat. If things went terribly, terribly wrong…this could be the last conversation he had with his son.

God, he didn’t even want to think about the last conversation he’d had with his other child, with their mother…

“I’ll be good, dad,” Alvin says, likewise working to be strong in the moment. He hesitates, then throws his arms around his father’s neck. Victor wraps his arms around his little boy, holding him close.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, his forehead on his son’s shoulder. “I love you. I’ll see you soon.”

Then, he lets Alvin go, and the little boy moves to stand next to his Beta keepers.

says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Don’t

gaze with steady eyes. Victor nods, and the

the battlefield. Beta

says. “We…we’re ready to go. We might have an advantage, if we press now

out of the barracks, pulling on their jackets. Sloppy. Clearly, they’ve forgotten many of their lessons

knows Beta Stephen is right – that the time to strike is now, but he

wants to make sure his brother is safe, of course, but he also wants the information that Rafe had left several hours ago to collect. Rafe had been right – they needed to know what, precisely,

was

at their enemy forces…Victor grimaces. It doesn’t really look like they

show their strength, now, as they line up before Victor’s on the field. He had given Willard half his Betas, and that, combined with Willard’s original force as well

at Stephen. “Is

looking down at the tablet in his hands. Then he looks up at Victor, his mouth a straight line. He doesn’t say a word,

win this battle, they’re not going to do it by sheer force. Instead,

area in which he could really shine. But unfortunately, his brother wasn’t there

been playing him, that he’s gone and made a deal with Walsh, sold Victor out in exchange for

impossible, Rafe was under compulsion

was that really? That time, with Evelyn, when they were escaping from her father’s property last time

to that – something extra, something about the two

puts it out of his mind. He’d already decided to trust Rafe, and he was gone, so what was

last chance to reconsider, to surrender to us. For the sake of the lives that will be lost, on both sides,

nods firmly, typing something onto his tablet. “A deadline

arms

more. Then, as the pair watch, a group of four Betas move onto the field, a flag of truce held

to formally meet them in

Victor thinks, nodding. At least the Betas on both sides had returned alive – this means, at least, that Walsh and Willard

nothing to do but

by and Victor simply stares at the forces ahead of him, almost unblinking. Stephen, still standing next to him, is running a timer on his tablet, counting down the precise time. But Victor knows, internally, precisely