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,

her, who pulls her away from the ledge. The bargain is complete – his life, in exchange for her safety

milliseconds to think between the sound of

focusing on Evelyn, seeing her be pulled away by that

he’s wrenched

in black next to him, in front of

and then a

back against Victor, knocking him to the

of the impact as he hits the ground and

eyes focus on Rafe on top of him, turning his head back towards him, his eyes glazed

but Rafe throws

charge, god damnit!” Rafe growls and then

attention and opening his mouth to deliver the

– that this is the move that will save them, that

him, his army responds, dashing down the slight incline towards Walsh’s

commands his own armies to

turns his attention to his brother,

beneath his brother, laying Rafe flat on

sees that it’s a fairly clean shot, apparently missing major arteries. Bad luck, though, that it

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

flat bandage out of a pocket on his left leg. “We’re both lucky it was a poor shot by an old man, or it would have gone over your

looking towards the troops. “Help me

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

stand next to each other, watching the charge. The armies fly forward, each eagerly pounding through the grass, the