Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 194 – Confessions

Outside of the house, Rafe paces back and forth in front of the line of Hummers. Victor’s Beta army – all of those who are not injured or otherwise incapacitated – are here, anxiously awaiting their orders.

A group of them continues to attack the weak entry points to the Walsh home, but they’re constantly rebuffed by the small group of Betas still fighting for control inside.

Rafe had told Victor to go full assault now – to just start raining Betas from helicopters, to go in at every point. But Victor had said it was too risky – that Walsh had Evelyn and the boys as his captives. And there was no telling what he would do to them.

But now? It was too quiet – far too quiet for far too long. He knew, deep within himself, that something had gone wrong. And he’s cracking at the strain of both wanting to act and wanting to await his brother’s orders.

“Three more minutes,” Rafe growls to himself, under his breath. That’s all they get.

He flinches, though, when he hears the loudspeakers on the cars behind him click on – all of the loudspeakers.

“Victor,” Rafe murmurs, his head spinning towards them. Only it’s not Victor’s voice that comes through.

Annabeth Prath is in her home, putting the finishing touches on dinner, when her phone rings. She picks the phone up off the counter top, frowning when she sees a strange number and the request for a video call. She ignores the call and puts it back down.

A text message comes through from the same number. “Annabeth, it’s Evelyn Ortega. Please pick up.”

Surprised, Annabeth blinks at the screen. Before she can think about the strangeness of the situation, though, the number calls again. Annabeth accepts the call, her phone switching to a video of a strange house.

Except, it’s not Evelyn on the line. It’s her son, Ian, his face unsteady on the screen.

“HI!” He says. “Would you mind, very much, please, to put your phone on mute?”

Annabeth frowns at him and opens her mouth to talk, but he interrupts.

away. “It’s important – and we don’t have a lot of

that the phone’s bouncing image is a result of his

instinct prompts her to quickly flick on the screen recording

if the boy put the phone in his pocket, the camera just peeking out

legs, suddenly, as those of the boy’s

murmurs, watching curiously as the woman walks through that door. “What

her and her family up only a few hours earlier. Where he was tied, now, with Joyce

stride next to their mother, silent but confident. Alvin has his father’s radio strapped wrapped around his waist, the receiver pinned to his shoulder, just as his father wore it. Dressed all in black, he looks every bit the

more like a little boy in his casual

of them from his place

right in front of them, the boys standing on either side of her. “Hi, dad,”

he spits, as soon as his mouth is free. “Untie

work on her anymore. He is no longer the Alpha of the pack. Her eyes flick to Joyce,

my best interests at heart. You imprisoned me, imprisoned my sons, tried to use me as bait to lead Victor to an easy death. Why

me, Evelyn,” John growls. “This is my pack – and Victor’s

says softly, holding his gaze with her own,

of that pack, as well as my own. Hold regency

asks quietly, pretending to

if you could just see it and trust me, as you always should have done. Now let me go, Evelyn. That man is dead, downstairs – you know it as well as me.

switching

me will be punished, put to death. There are always more Betas to be had – they are