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

with his troops, working hard to sweep the enemy base and ensure that they had

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 of his Beta captains

were only so many people that he could send up the complicated system of stairs and ladders at once. Walsh’s

Victor climbed to the top of

the top, though, he

“Walsh and Evelyn – they’re gone.” He gestures, then, to the one prize still

dirty on the watchtower floor, his forehead

threat in any of this – he was merely an ambitious upstart who had sided with a greedy old

working to sit up and get Victor’s attention. But

has more important things to concentrate

he gets to the bottom of the tower, his Beta scouts

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

they hadn’t found them by now,

him?” he asks, his voice

sir,” the Beta says, not needing to ask who ‘she’ is. “We have footage of them loading

nods, giving permission for him to

she’s the only thing they have to

a voice

see Rafe standing there, looking pale, his arm in

Victor says. “Why – you

his head. “Victor,” he says, coming forward. “You should know. They took Alvin

Victor’s face

son – god

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

shoulder. “Brother,” he says, his voice

shoulders, working hard to contain his panic, his emotion. Evelyn,

his son – who he had promised

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