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,

Beta behind her, who pulls

only milliseconds to think between the sound of

wide, focusing on Evelyn, seeing her be

he’s wrenched

to him, in front of him

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

against Victor, knocking him

the impact as he hits the ground and

turning his head back towards him, his eyes glazed with pain. “Order the

to comprehend, but Rafe throws back

Rafe growls and then winces,

to attention and opening his mouth to

the move that will save

his army responds, dashing down the slight incline towards

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

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

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

his shoulder and Victor looks, filled with relief when he sees that it’s a fairly clean shot, apparently missing

“that I’m taller than

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

towards the troops. “Help me up,”

He, too, is desperate to see what happens with the armies meet. This is the moment in

eagerly pounding through the grass, the turf disappearing beneath them