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…

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

strange, ever-attentive part – had been listening even as he’d suffered the pain, been so close to passing out he was

forces still held the house, and that was true. But not for long. Victor had left enough of his Beta army outside that

prepared. Rafe was at their head, and he would be coming. He would be coming at any moment, to

got to see the look on Joyce and Walsh’s faces when he took the pack

Victor thinks, a bitter smile coming to his lips.

a bearing on his surroundings. He’s laying on the cement floor of some kind of cell. He looks around, seeing stone

learned about Walsh’s house, with what Joyce had said upstairs. But Joyce’s words had been fuzzy – Victor can barely remember the tail end of the events in

he really did pass out, at the

to 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

breathing so that he can hear over the ragged

three sets, he’s sure – two sets in boots,

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

single laugh that echos through him, but he regrets it, groaning as it twinges the muscles around the

of the Betas replies, dismissive, and Victor hears the clang of keys against metal, the creak of old hinges swinging open. The

another word as

her bars, meaning she’s pressed herself up against her door. “Play chopsticks one last time, or whatever it is you like to do with your fingers, because when I am out of here they are gone

his lip, working hard

then, he

him for the first time. “Victor!” She says it louder now, calling to him. “Are you…are

Alive?

opens his eyes again and takes

word light against

around, the bars of her door clanging as she shakes them, trying to