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.

him,” Victor says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Don’t let

his gaze with steady eyes. Victor nods, and

battlefield.

go. We might have an advantage, if we press

have readied themselves, but some are still spilling out of the barracks, pulling on

Stephen is right – that the time to strike is now, but he hesitates.

information that Rafe had left several hours ago to collect. Rafe had been right – they needed to know what, precisely, was the rationale Evelyn had for letting him

really, was their

It doesn’t really look like they

the field. He had given Willard half his Betas, and that, combined with

over at Stephen. “Is

his hands. Then he looks up at Victor, his

do it by sheer force. Instead, he’s going to

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

that he’s gone and made a

impossible, Rafe

were escaping from her father’s property last time they had been here

something to that – something extra, something about the two of

out of his mind. He’d already decided to

to Beta Stephen. “One last chance to reconsider, to surrender to us. For

firmly, typing something onto his

says, crossing his arms

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

of these kinds of Pack battles – the negotiation beforehand. Four of the enemy Betas come forward to formally meet them in the middle

sides had returned alive – this means, at least, that Walsh and Willard are willing to obey the set standards of

do but wait.

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 how much