Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 190 – Sand in the Hourglass

When Victor opens his eyes, there are spots in his vision. He blinks, trying to get them to clear, but then groans with the effort.

God, does it seriously hurt to blink?

But then he realizes that it’s not the blinking that’s causing the pain – that the pain was there already. It comes, sharply, with every breath, with every beat of his heart, which he can feel pounding in his head and his chest and his veins.

Victor groans again, turning his head to the side, pressing his eyes closed – doing anything he can to fight against the pain – anything he can to lessen it, ignore it, move on from it –

But he can’t – it’s there, in every piece of him. Taking over his body, his mind.

Victor tries to breathe more slowly, to pull the breath in through his nose and out of his mouth, to form thoughts around the pain, or through it –

But god damnit, it’s everywhere. All encompassing.

He grits his teeth, but can’t help the whimper that escapes through the tiny spaces left between them.

God, is this what it feels like to die? Is that what’s happening here?

He hears the whimper again, knowing that it’s him, but somehow – bizarrely – distanced from it. Is he dying?

If he is, then part of him wishes that he would just go ahead and do it already. Because this pain, radiating throughout his body and centering itself, sharply, high in his back, just to the left of his spine – the pain is just too much.

No, he thinks, clenching his jaw tighter, finally getting a clear word into his head. No.

He can’t give into this. Not now, not when he’s come so far –

Not when…

So close to her, to his children. So close to having them all back. He wouldn’t give in now. There was still so,

of him – some strange, ever-attentive part – had been listening even

long. Victor had left enough of

be coming at any moment, to

there was absolutely no way Victor was going to die before he got to see the look

to his lips.

laying on the cement floor of some kind of cell. He looks around, seeing stone walls ahead of him, thick

then – yes, that lined up with what his Betas had learned about Walsh’s house, with what Joyce had said upstairs. But Joyce’s words

really did pass out, at the end. He

see behind him where the noise is coming from, but the movement is agony. He gives a sharp gasp and a little cry and then stops moving. The pain abates, but just barely.

trying to slow his breathing so that

him, three sets, he’s sure – two sets in boots, and then another

god damn hands off of me, or I swear to god, when

but he regrets it, groaning as it twinges the muscles around the wound in his back and causing pain to lance

old hinges swinging open. The sound of a body shoved,

not saying another word as their

mean it!” she calls after them, and he hears the slight clang of her bars, meaning she’s pressed herself up against her door. “Play chopsticks one last time, or whatever it

bites his lip, working hard to stifle a

then, he

falling on him for the first time. “Victor!” She says it

Alive?

the word for her. He opens his eyes again and takes as deep a

the word light against his

words rush from her in relief and he hears her moving around, the bars of her door clanging as she shakes them, trying to find any weakness, trying to get to