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.

says, glancing away. “It’s important – and

boy is walking rather quickly and that the phone’s bouncing

hesitating. And then, some instinct prompts her to quickly flick on the screen recording mechanism as well. Something was happening, she could tell, and she wanted to record it just

the point of view of the camera to face forward. The screen shifts to a lower angle, almost as if the boy put the phone in his pocket, the camera just peeking out from the top. From the view, Annabeth can see a woman’s thighs

suddenly, as those of

curiously as the woman walks through that door.

Evelyn says, breezing into the safe room where her father had locked her and her family up only a few hours earlier. Where

waist, the receiver pinned to his shoulder, just as his father

more like a little boy in his casual clothes, his

scowls at all three of them from his place on

kneels down right in front of them, the boys standing on either side of her. “Hi, dad,” Evelyn says, reaching out to loosen her father’s

his mouth is free. “Untie me,

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

“Clearly, you don’t have my best interests at heart. You imprisoned me, imprisoned my sons, tried to use me

my pack –

says softly, holding his gaze with her own, trying to work quickly. “What will you

always intended to do, Evelyn,” John says bruskly. “Take control of that pack, as well as my own. Hold regency

quietly, pretending to be intrigued. “What would happen to

this future, 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 –

trust that, dad,” Evelyn says swiftly. “Even your own Betas betrayed you, switching their allegiance from you to Victor.

Betas who betrayed me will be punished, put to