Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 184 – Brothers

Evelyn watches as Victor takes those three steps out onto the field, her breath coming fast as she stands precariously – so precariously – on the edge of the watch tower’s platform.

Her eyes go to him instantly, as everyone else’s does. He’s standing alone in the field, ahead of his entire army, looking up at the watch tower.

She’d know it was him, though, even if he hadn’t been standing alone. Even in the messy scramble of the Betas just a few moments before, she had watched him the entire time, kept her eyes on him, savoring each move of his powerful form as he greeted the runner and then worked to reorganize his team.

She had recognized the voice that had commanded the scramble as well –

Thank god for her son, who had caused the distraction that had bought Victor just moments of time –

But here they were again, in the exact same spot –

Where was Alvin now? What else could they do?

“Is that him,” her father asks, standing next to her, squinting down at the man on the field. He glances at her and then at one of his Beta Captains, standing next to him.

“What, dad,” Evelyn says, narrowing her own eyes. “Your vision failing you in your old age?”

He frowns at her and then looks to the captain at his right, who nods, confirming. That is Victor, at the head of the field.

At that confirmation, Walsh lifts the sniper rifle to his shoulder.

“No,” Evelyn breathes, her eyes going wide. God damnit, he was going to take the shot himself –

She surges forward, attempting to tackle him, take the gun, anything –

But she’s held from behind by that cruel Beta, who wraps his arms around her and holds her tight against him, whispering in her ear. “Say goodbye to your Alpha,” he murmurs as her father holds his weapon steady, taking careful aim.

precisely, evenly, pulls the

as if her life leaves her in that moment, as well as her breath, as she sags against the Beta behind her, who pulls her away from the ledge. The

between the sound of the trigger clicking and the bullet reaching him,

eyes wide, focusing on Evelyn, seeing her

suddenly, he’s wrenched aside

in black next to him, in front of

yell of effort, and then a thud, a groan, a spray

someone is falling back against Victor, knocking him to

hits the ground and surprise at

and Victor’s eyes focus on Rafe on top of him, turning his head back towards him, his eyes glazed with

comprehend, but Rafe throws back a hand, smacking Victor, trying

growls and then winces, gasping again in

attention and opening his mouth to deliver the

is the move that will save them, that Evelyn won’t pay the price

his army responds, dashing down the slight

sound comes from the watch tower’s amplifier, then, and Victor recognizes Walsh’s voice as it commands his own armies to charge. They respond eagerly, dashing forward on

rush on, Victor turns his attention to his brother,

body out from beneath his brother, laying Rafe flat on the grass and then looking him over, “where are you hit

clean shot, apparently missing major arteries. Bad luck, though, that it had missed his body armor,

teeth, “that I’m taller than you. Or this would have

of a pocket on his left leg. “We’re both lucky it was a poor shot by an old man, or it

towards the troops. “Help me up,” he says, “I want to see

the hand, lifting him to his feet. He, too, is desperate to see what happens with the armies meet. This is the moment in which their fates will be told,

armies fly forward, each eagerly pounding through the grass, the