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 the

sags against the Beta behind her, who pulls her away from the ledge. The bargain is complete – his life, in exchange for her

to think between the sound of the trigger clicking

on Evelyn, seeing her be pulled away by

he’s

figure in black next to him, in front of him

then a

against Victor, knocking him to

of the impact as he hits the

of him, turning his head back towards him,

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

growls and then winces, gasping again

attention and opening his mouth to

yells, hoping his brother is right – that this is the move that will

army responds, dashing down the slight

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

armies rush on, Victor turns his attention to his brother, who grits

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

looks, filled with relief when he sees that it’s a fairly clean shot, apparently missing major arteries. Bad luck, though, that it had missed his body armor, which

taller than you. Or this would have gone straight

pulling a flat bandage out of a pocket on his left leg. “We’re both lucky it was a poor shot

the troops. “Help me up,” he

but then grasps his brother 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

eagerly pounding through the