Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 192 – Savvy Twins

What is our plan, Alvin says, his eyes darting to Ian’s as he speaks directly into his brother’s mind. Now that they’re in the same room again, their powers are back in full force. Alvin had never really gotten the full story about what, in the first place, had interrupted their ability to communicate clearly since Ian arrived at their grandfather’s house, but whatever had been in the way was gone now.

The twins were back and ready to take action.

We have to get to mama and papa, Ian says, locking eyes with Alvin. Joyce said they are downstairs. How do we do it?

Alvin begins to respond, but he’s interrupted by their grandfather, who is still sprawled on the floor at their feet. He moans, his eyes starting to flutter open.

Oh, Alvin says, his eyes going to Ian’s, wide with surprise. I thought he was dead. Didn’t you?

Ian just shrugs. I didn’t really think about it.

Both twins watch John Walsh as he works to push himself up into a sitting position, wincing and putting a hand to his head as he looks around the room.

“What the hell is going on here,” John growls, noting that Joyce is at the front of the room, speaking to a team of Betas, but that his wife and his daughters are gone.

“Joyce took over the pack,” Alvin says evenly, looking calmly at his grandfather from his place on the pack. “He said you didn’t want it anymore.”

“What!?” John says, glaring between the twins and then over at Joyce. Ian just nods in confirmation, carefully watching the situation unfold. Both twins are unusually quiet, working hard to see any opportunity to turn things to their advantage, to escape the room.

Joyce looks up from his meeting with his Betas and locks eyes with Walsh. “Ah, John,” he says, putting his hands on his hips. “So nice of you to join us.”

“What have you done, Joyce,” Walsh growls, still rubbing the tender spot on his head where his wife had hit him with the lamp.

“Oh, just put the pieces back together on your failing regime,” Joyce says bitingly, leaving his Betas behind and crossing the room to the boys and the former Alpha of the Walsh pack.

“I –“

wife and Luna had knocked you out and was declaring her daughters your heirs. Falling to a coup run by women, John?” Joyce sneers down at him.

continues to rub his

you,” Joyce continues, “I did arrive on time, having

Walsh’s face and

We’re so lucky I’m here to take over for you.

power to you, Joyce,” Walsh growls, “not

declared incompetent, deposed. I was the one to take

jaw drops open

one. He’s mortally wounded, in the cells downstairs, dead or dying at the

slowly shake his head, assessing the situation and

“Soon the pack will be mine. All mine. And you will have nothing to

can respond, working to make his eyes fill with tears and his lower

his hands over his mouth, catching the hint from his brother and working to raise a bit of hysteria on his own face as well. Of course, both boys know that their father is alive – they can feel it, inside of themselves. But

that this is their

mouth to scold the boys, to tell them to be quiet, but before he can they both throw their heads back and proceed to sob their hearts out. Their bodies

didn’t know children could make that kind of noise. John reaches out for them

the boys keep going, evading any comforting touch from their uncle or their grandfather. Instead, their faces go red as

forward and stand next to their Alphas, having

says, frustrated, looking around at the four

Brent says, drawing his brows close together. “What would you like us to

“Take them away, upstairs! To

and hesitating before he puts a hand