Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 187 – Siege

I sigh, quietly considering that nobody told me how boring a siege is.

Alvin and Ian are sitting on the floor. They’ve turned the puzzle upside down and they’re so bored that they’re working on putting it together that way, without any picture to help them. Every few minutes they sigh and look at me, but all I can do is shrug.

There’s a very slight panic inside my chest, of course, to keep me busy. It’s such a strange dichotomy at work here – part of me can’t stand the silence, but the other part knows that when this silence and boredom goes away…violence will take its place.

That when this siege breaks, my father will do everything in his power to kill Victor, who is surely coming up with a plan to get us out of here.

And he could, indeed, succeed. My father is not a stupid man, he hasn’t kept his power throughout these years by chance. Plus, he’s now backed into a corner, and doesn’t have much less to lose. My father will be ruthless in a way that Victor cannot be, not with his children at stake. And me, if he still wants me.

I sigh, then, thinking of all of this, wondering what the hell I can do to help. To do anything to sway the tides of the battle in Victor’s favor, to protect him, to protect us, whom my father will surely use as shields and collateral.

But, despite hours of thinking, I can’t come up with much. My father has quite literally put me in my place, locked me in this room and given me very few resources with which to work.

BOOM.

The quiet of the room is suddenly shattered by a single ear-splitting explosion that shakes the entire house. I almost leap out of my skin when it happens, jumping to my feet and grabbing for my boys, who each shriek and grab one of my hands.

My mother, who was dozing, clutches at her chest in shock and surprise while Emma and Delia likewise jump up. As one, the whole group of us look towards the front of the room, where my father and his men are still bent over their strategy maps.

My father looks towards the direction of the blast and then looks sharply back at me.

Like I did it, or something.

glare back at him. God, this man. I almost wish I

pulls out of my hand and runs over to the windows, trying to peer through the cracks and

radios my father uses to communicate with his Betas outside of the room start to buzz, bringing in reports from outside. I hear the word “Kensington” and “attack” repeated over and over, but from my place across the room, I can’t quite put together the

on the couch, then, knowing that the moment is coming nearer. I rest my forehead briefly in my hand and feel Alvin’s little hand on my

– might not be able to – this sitting here, passively, while Victor battles outside. While my father makes his plans to destroy him. How the hell am I supposed to just sit

It’s absolute torture.

to admit a Beta, covered in

says, whirling

father roars at him. “That door

says, his back pressed against the door, blood streaming down his

no reinforcements,” my father growls and I blink as I hear this, Ian coming to my side. Apparently it’s true,

men standing at my father’s table – strong, uninjured men, amongst the best-trained in the ranks. My father turns to them

he says, finally agreeing. “Go – all of you, go, except Brent,” he says, nodding to the Beta standing directly to his right. The Captain and most trusted

men hesitate, but then nod, heading out of the door with the wounded Beta, ready to

within the house grows. Ian

the side to better listen. “But now,

taking my hand. “It is papa. I know it is. I

sure of it, in my bones. Unlike my father, he wouldn’t send in his Betas alone to do his

closer to the room in which we’re locked away. Progressing down the hall, a series of thumps and bangs that put my nerves on edge. My breath sharpens in my chest when

this gun from the holster at his hip. “To the other side of

father says, glaring at his captain and