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.

evenly, pulls

well as her breath, as she sags against the Beta behind her, who pulls her away from

Victor has only milliseconds to think between the sound of the trigger clicking and the bullet reaching him,

focusing on Evelyn, seeing her be pulled away by that Beta

he’s wrenched

next to

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

someone is falling back against Victor, knocking

the ground and surprise at

Rafe on top of him, turning his head back towards him, his

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

damnit!” Rafe growls and then

to attention and opening his

brother is right – that this is the move that will save them, that Evelyn won’t pay the price

him, his army responds, dashing down the slight incline

Victor recognizes Walsh’s voice as it commands his own armies to charge. They respond eagerly, dashing forward on the field to meet

rush on, Victor turns his attention to his brother,

flat on the grass and then looking him over, “where are you

indicates his shoulder and Victor looks, filled with relief when he sees that it’s a fairly clean shot, apparently missing major arteries. Bad luck, though, that it had

taller than you. Or this would have gone straight

leg. “We’re both lucky it was a poor shot by an old man, or it would have gone over your head

and looking towards the troops. “Help

hand, lifting him to his feet. He, too, is desperate to see what happens with

each eagerly pounding through the grass, the turf disappearing beneath them as they