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.

few

forward with his troops, working hard to sweep the enemy base and ensure

men were his former Betas, and so there were still a few pockets of resistance, notably at an un-exploded armory where they had entrenched. Victor let two

situation, as no matter how many forces he had on the ground, there were only so many people that he could send up the complicated system of stairs and ladders at

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

top, though, he was greeted with grave

not here,” sir, one of his Captains tells him, giving him a brisk salute. “Walsh and Evelyn – they’re gone.” He gestures, then, to the one prize still remaining

on the watchtower floor, his forehead dripping blood

never the real threat in any of this – he was merely an ambitious upstart who had sided with a greedy old Alpha who had nothing to offer but an ancient

working to sit up and get Victor’s attention.

more important things

bottom of the tower,

and tracked some tire marks we found – Walsh escaped almost immediately after his Betas turned on

nods, unsurprised. If they hadn’t found them by now, then Victor

him?” he asks,

‘she’ is. “We have footage of them loading her into the van. If I

him and nods, giving permission for him

the only thing they have to draw you

the only thing,” a voice says from

standing there, looking

–

“Victor,” he says, coming

face

– god

Victor growls, looking beyond Rafe for the two Betas who he assigned to take

Rafe says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Brother,” he says, his voice low with warning. He

to contain his panic, his emotion. Evelyn, he knew, had been taken

– who

fault, Victor,” Rafe said, working to keep his brother’s attention. “Alvin ran from them