Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 188 – Unexpected Strength

I gasp as I hear someone scream and can’t help but spin to look – to see what the hell is going on –

There, on the floor – Brent, his leg twisted unnaturally behind him, still raising his gun and working to aim when a Beta –

I scramble backwards on the couch, pushing my boys behind me, doing everything I can to block them as I watch the Beta move forward and knock the gun from Brent’s hand, kneeling down on his shoulder to incapacitate him and waving to people at the door behind him –

Suddenly, two more men enter the room, guns held at the ready, sweeping the room to ascertain the threats against them. One man stands taller than the other – his helmet gone, I can see the dark sheen of his hair as he steps forward –

“Stop,” my father commands, and my head spins to look at him –

To look directly down the barrel of a gun that I realize, suddenly, is pointed right at me.

I gasp, freezing, terror gripping my limbs as I understand what my father is doing. He’s using the same trick that won him any power just hours ago on the battlefield –

Threatening me, my life, as a way to control Victor’s actions.

But this time, my father has my two children under his command as well.

My eyes fly to Victor, who stands steadily at the front of the room, his gun pointed at the floor. His first Beta is busy ensuring that Brent is incapacitated still, but his second Beta has his gun aimed at my father. Directly at his head.

Still, it’s a standstill.

“Let her go, John,” Victor says, the sound of his voice running chills through my body. “You’ve lost this battle. There’s no need to add any more violence to the game, not when it won’t do you any good.”

“I don’t plan to kill her,” my father says, his voice dangerous. “Or the children. Instead, I’m going to take them with me. They are my only ticket out of this house, after all. If I kill them, you’ll kill me. But with them alive…”

My father smirks at Victor, who glowers.

“With them alive,” my father says again, slowly, gloating at his prize. “I have options.”

through any more of this. You have lost, Walsh. No matter where you

and cruel. “Then I’ll leave a body count behind me as I run.” He turns his face to

face drains of blood at his

the boys first,” my father says, turning back to Victor, watching the pain on his face as he considers the possibility. “Because with Evelyn as the final piece of bait…well, she’s the most valuable, isn’t she? You could always make more with her. The boys…” my

shifts, then, and my father’s face snaps back to him, his finger tightening on the trigger. I gasp, flinching away, but my father’s hand stays steady, keeping track of my movements, following me so that the gun

he growls, “and I swear to god I’ll kill her right

at a glance I can see

glancing between them. “Make them throw

standing uselessly

also stay still, though I can feel them panting in their panic, their little hearts

– shockingly – it is my mother’s

she pleads. “Please John, don’t do this

quiet,” he hisses, not

says, insistent – truly disobedient for the first time in their marriage, perhaps the first

– when he spins to glare at her, he is distracted enough for the gun to drift away from my face, to aim instead at the wall. I

I go, I see a flash of brass

and then my father’s body is lying next

away from him, my boys likewise shouting and dashing

not moving. I blink, panting, my back pressed up against the couch as I notice the blood seeping

her broken lamp still dangling from the fingers of

my father, to ensure, truly, that he’s knocked out. Then, she raises

breaks his spell, Victor immediately begins to rush forward. But she

to

voice sad but even. “Perfectly clear, that

a moment and then nods, letting her know he