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.

then, precisely, evenly,

sags against the Beta behind her, who pulls

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

focusing on Evelyn, seeing her be pulled away by

suddenly, he’s wrenched

black next to him, in front of him

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

someone is falling back against Victor, knocking him

at the pain of the impact as he hits the ground and surprise at the body suddenly on top

the person gasps, and Victor’s eyes focus on Rafe on top of him, turning his head back

but Rafe throws back a

damnit!” Rafe growls and then

back to attention and opening his

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

dashing down the slight incline

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

attention to his brother, who grits his

body out from beneath his brother, laying Rafe flat on the grass and

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

Rafe says through his gritted teeth, “that I’m taller than you. Or this would have

taller than me,” Victor murmurs, pulling a flat bandage out of a pocket on his left leg. “We’re both lucky it was a poor shot by

waving the bandage away and looking towards the troops. “Help me

by 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, after

two brothers stand next to each other, watching the charge. The armies fly forward, each eagerly pounding through the grass, the turf disappearing beneath them as they grow closer and