Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 185 – Loyalties

Walsh’s voice crackles over the amplifier. “Move!” He commands, his voice failing to persuade his Betas. “Forward, troops!”

Walsh’s troops grimace, but they hold their position of surrender. Some gunfire explodes from the watch tower at Victor’s troops but they shield against it expertly and hold their stance, their guns still aimed at their apparent enemy kneeling before them.

A very small, specialized group of Victor’s own Betas begin to fire on the watch tower now, drawing Walsh’s attention and fire away from the mass of Victor’s forces, giving Victor a moment to think.

“What is –“ he says, still confused, looking at Rafe. “What’s…”

“They’re yours, brother,” Rafe says, “if you command them. Their allegiance is bound, tentatively, to Joyce – not to Walsh or Willard. And Joyce isn’t here today – that’s what Evelyn was trying to tell you. That you need to attack now because Joyce is gone – no one knows where.”

Victor frowns at this, feeling Evelyn all over it. He would bet his life, right now, that she knows precisely where Joyce is.

“When I was over there,” Rafe says, “I talked to some of their captains. They’re still allegiant to you, Victor, the man who trained them. In Joyce’s absence, especially since the original deal was a cheat,” he hesitates and then grins, “I think you can take them back.”

Victor blinks at his brother, considering for a moment, and then Victor flips a switch on the radio on his shoulder, connecting to all of the megaphones on the vehicles behind him instead of to the radios on his commanders’ shoulders.

“Betas,” he says, his voice strong with command. “We accept you into our ranks. Stand, now, and make your allegiance known.”

As one, Walsh’s army gets to their feet and raise their hands to their foreheads in salute. A salute pointed directly at him, at the back of the Kensington army, not to Walsh.

Victor can’t help the thrill that races through him at this. The Betas are his, his army again back together. It’s bigger, even, than it had been before, swelled as it is by the Rogue forces which he had incorporated at the loss of these very Betas.

With them now regained, Victor has by far the most powerful military force in the country. He’s unstoppable.

And Walsh?

“Betas, forward face,” he commands, his voice again carrying out over the field. The Betas formerly under Walsh’s control turn then, facing the barracks.

“Forward march,” Victor says, his voice cold and full of power.

The Betas respond, marching forward into the open gates of Walsh’s Beta encampment, seizing it for the Kensington pack.

next few hours move

Rafe in the hands of his Beta medics and moves forward with his troops, working hard to sweep the

still a few pockets of resistance, notably at an un-exploded armory

ground, there were only so many people that he

they surrendered and Victor climbed to the top of the secured tower, his heart in

the top, though, he was greeted with grave

Captains tells him, giving him a brisk salute. “Walsh and Evelyn – they’re gone.” He gestures,

floor, his forehead dripping blood from a

commanding that he be taken into custody. Willard was never the real threat in any of this – he was merely an ambitious upstart who had

and get Victor’s attention. But

has more important

of the tower, his

tire marks we found – Walsh escaped almost immediately after his Betas turned on him and joined our forces. They

unsurprised. If they hadn’t found them by

she with him?” he

Beta says, not needing to ask who ‘she’ is. “We have footage of them loading her into the van. If I may, sir…” he hesitates, not

at him and nods,

aware, sir,” the Beta says. “That she’s the

the only thing,” a voice says from

frowns, turning to see Rafe standing there,

“Why – you should

coming

drains from Victor’s face

– god damnit

two Betas who he assigned to

says, his voice

shoulders, working hard to contain his panic,

– who he had

Rafe said, working to keep his brother’s attention. “Alvin ran