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 –“

this house your wife and Luna had knocked you out and was declaring her daughters

continues to rub his

having escaped from my captivity at the hands of your

on Walsh’s face and

that? So much you don’t know, Walsh. We’re so

turn over power to you, Joyce,” Walsh growls, “not while

declared incompetent, deposed. I was the one to take

jaw drops open at this

mortally wounded, in the cells downstairs, dead or dying at the moment – I don’t

shake his head, assessing

pack will be mine. All mine. And you

to make his eyes fill with

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

sense that this

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

kind of noise. John reaches out for

from their uncle or their grandfather. Instead, their faces go red as they vent their

next to their Alphas, having absolutely no idea how to do. Childcare was

frustrated, looking around at the four Betas who stand

Brent says, drawing his brows close

Joyce commands. “Take them away, upstairs! To

moving forward and hesitating before he