Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 189

#Chapter 189 – Unexpected Terror

I stare down at Victor at my feet and then, wild, uncomprehending, I look up into the room beyond him.

There, at the door –

An absolute nightmare come true. I blink, unbelieving – it can’t be possible –

But then the nightmare speaks, my own name on its lips.

“Evelyn,” Joyce says, smirking as he steps forward. “So gracious of you, to distract him while I took aim.”

I gasp, my mind still reeling, and then I fall to my knees, taking Victor’s face in my hands. He groans, his eyes pressed closed –

“Victor,” I murmur, looking all over him – I can’t see a wound anywhere –

But of course, his back was to me when Joyce shot –

Unthinking, I pull Victor forward and he cries out in protestation against the movement. I look over his back and yes – there –

Blood is seeping, thick and heavy, from between the edges of his body armor.

“You,” I growl, the wolf raising inside me, fixing my eyes on Joyce, who stands over us now. “I am going to kill you, Joyce –“

“Careful, Evelyn,” Joyce says, lifting his gun so that it’s level with my face. “You wouldn’t want your children to see both of their parents shot dead today, would you?” My body goes still. I know he has me trapped, but my lips still pull back from my bared teeth.

“Joyce,” my mother says, coming forward a step. But she stops when he fixes her with his gaze.

“That was a pretty speech you made a few moments ago, Mrs. Walsh,” he says casually. “I caught the tail end of it as I was coming through the door, after Victor so helpfully cleared the path for me.”

My mother says nothing, and Joyce’s gun is still aimed at my face, so I can’t move to see her expression.

continues. “It’s unfortunate that there’s not an ounce of truth to it. This pack is

breaks when he says that last word.

indicating my father, still knocked out on the ground next to my mother. “I have long been the power in this pack, and I will not have my plans

hearing is attuned enough to every change in the room that I

bare hatred I haven’t seen on his face in a long time. Since

more steps forward. “What’s the point of all of this? You have lost. You don’t have a pack anymore – Victor

Victor succeeded in getting into this room, he never broke the siege on this house. He only got a small force in the back door and down this hall. The majority of his forces are still outside, and this house

at this news – I had assumed – we all had assumed that it was over

then his cry is muffled. Someone has put a hand over his mouth. My

I desperately want to turn around – or, even more, to look back

eyes, listening hard

even

panic. Oh

“Now that I’ve taken out Victor, his sons will inherit his pack. And since I am the regent protector of the Walsh pack,” he begins to smile now,

the groan that escapes my lips

Joyce says, his voice light. “At kidnapping, torture,

behind me as she figures

looks like,” Joyce continues, “everything has worked out

open door to the room. “Betas!” he commands. I glance away from Joyce to see a pack

Kensington,” Joyce says, still smiling that twisted smile down at me, “and put him in the cells

of him. I can’t help myself – it was probably stupid to make a sudden move, knowing there’s a gun pointed at me, but I didn’t even think about it. I just moved, covering Victor’s body

is, I’m relieved to hear Victor’s groan of pain as I do so – thank

him,” Joyce growls, stepping around me

fire. “Joyce!” I shout out, still clinging to Victor. “You can’t! He needs a

Joyce’s low laugh and look up at him, somehow still shocked by this man’s cruelty. You’d think I’d have learned by now. I see his intentions on his face before he speaks them

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