Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 182 – The Trump Card

Inside the house, Ian, Emma, and Delia jump when they hear the sound of the bombs.

Mrs. Walsh just sits still. It’s a sound she’s heard before, one she was expecting.

“Wha-” Ian says, his mouth open and his head turned towards the windows, wishing, desperately, that he could see out. “What was that?”

“Bombs, darling,” Mrs. Walsh says from her spot in her armchair by the unlit fire, her head resting back against the fabric, exhausted. “That is the sound of the battle beginning.”

Ian grimaces and Emma knows that he wishes, above all, that he could be there. Ian is a boy who needs to be in on the action – he will be absolutely restless until he feels that he’s at the center of it all, helping his side.

Keeping him here, safe and sound, is torture for him.

“Mom,” Emma says softly, turning her face to her mother, trying again. “This can’t seriously be what you want for your pack, for its future.”

Mrs. Walsh turns her face away, as she did before.

They had tried, earlier, to persuade her. To convince her that a pack with Emma and Evelyn at the head, instead of John and Joyce, would be the better choice for everyone. But she had simply sat down in that chair and not responded – not at all – to anything that Emma had to say.

Delia hadn’t said anything, had merely sat quietly on the sofa. She knows that it’s not her fight. Eventually, Emma had given up and went to sit with Delia. They had sat in silence until the sound of the bombs started.

Ian surprises them all, though, by going to sit in his grandmother’s lap.

She welcomes him there, wrapping her arms around him as he curls up with his head against her chest. She rests her chin on his head.

“Grandmama,” he says softly. “Why does my grandfather hate my dad so much? Why does he want to kill him?”

Her face goes pale at that and she looks down at her grandson. He’s clever enough, she knows, to realize that the two forces going at each other outside are, indeed, his father and his grandfather. So she can’t lie to him to make it any better.

intention, Ian,” she says softly. “I don’t think he wants to kill him. It’s just…very important, for your grandfather, to maintain control. Of his

trying to take away the control?” Ian asks, looking up

avoids the question a little, knowing that her husband is, in fact, the aggressor in this situation – even if Victor is the one to come to the property, Walsh started this fight. “Your grandfather thinks that he will be better at leading the people than your father is. That he

inherit both packs in a little bit of time. They’ll be combined anyway. This all seems…”

all seems like a terrible waste,” he says finally, his voice very soft. “If people are going to get hurt,

her grandchild, surprised, and then stares at the wall in front of her for a long,

hair in the same way

as he sees that his plan has worked. The final dregs of the wolfsbane smarts against his skin and his eyes as he blinks, surveying the

to their

flicker of guilt runs through Victor at their pain – he doesn’t enjoy it, of course – but he wipes it away, knowing that the men will be grateful, in the end. He doesn’t know a single man among them that wouldn’t trade three days of pain for a

foe. A few have fallen, writhing in agony themselves – likely those who hadn’t turned before the wind had carried the wolfsbane amongst

Walsh and Willard’s forces out for the count,

opens his

they surge forward, picking up speed again as they hurtle towards

about four hundred yards between Victor’s army and the enemies. His Betas have been ordered to take care – to go for a wound at every opportunity, instead of a kill. To press the advantage, but to be aware that they’re fighting

they are too far away still for short-range pistols or even machine guns to accurately shoot, and Walsh’s uninjured forces are

not going to just let Victor dash in and take over without a fight. He will have something

flurry of activity just inside the chain-link fence surrounding a watch tower. Betas run all over it, swarming like ants, moving equipment and

do they need to concentrate on manning a watchtower

the steps of

s**t.

is going to play his trump card.

amplifier being attached

from a gigantic speaker that swings to the front of the watch tower. Victor ignores the