Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 195 – Between life and death

Moments after I meet Rafe on the field, a group of us are rushing back towards the house. Rafe is shouting commands down the line of the radio on his shoulder, ordering one of the re-fueled helicopters to come to the back lawn.

I’m at the head of the group, leading the way back to the house, Rafe behind me, a collection of medics moving swiftly behind him, carrying their medical packs and a stretcher. My boys trail after the medics, holding each other’s hands.

They were quite brave before – upstairs, when they did their jobs in the interrogation of my father and Joyce. But now, I know that they’re wondering the same thing I am. Was it worth it? Was it worth the extra time it took, to discredit them – to end the war?

Or should we have just used the time to concentrate on getting Victor out?

Or, on just saying our goodbyes?

I feel my face drain of color at the idea and push myself faster through the door of the house, down the hallway, down the stairs, into the basement.

I don’t let myself think it. Don’t let it even be a possibility. That he might have…

While we were gone…

I sprint to the back of the room, gasping as I arrive at the open door to Victor’s cell –

He’s there, of course, but so pale –

I fall to my knees next to him, taking his cold face in my hands, whispering his name –

But there…yes. His eyes are closed, but I feel the faint puff of his breath against my fingers as they press against his lips.

He’s still breathing, barely – but he’s here.

Rafe, who kneels

still alive,” I

the arm and beginning to stand. I work to shake him off but he looks at me seriously.

feet and step back. I’ll only be in their way if

can move him, but any movement elicits a groan from him. They murmur softly to each other, working quickly, but I can see by

that I thought it was. I don’t need a medical

side, and I drape my arms over their shoulders. The three of

leading them says, looking up at Rafe and I. The other medics work to bandage him while she speaks. “We’re going to patch him up as best we can, as quickly as we can,

that I understand,

word as

moment is when they have to lift Victor to slip the stretcher beneath him. Victor lets out a heavy groan that makes Rafe cover his face with his hand, that makes Alvin’s hand snap up and grab

head out of the cell, my boys at my side. I don’t look back

waiting there, its blades spinning. It’s not a medical helicopter at all – just one of Victor’s small military helicopters. As we move towards it, I know there won’t be room for all of

can almost feel their sadness, their worry, their support. Victor has done so much for them, for these members of his pack. Given them jobs, livelihoods, purpose. He would never, ever

would never abandon him.

as we cross the field and the medics start to load

“We can take one of you,” she says, looking between us. “The helicopter can’t handle more weight

“You go,” he says, and gestures around to the waiting

chance in hell I’m leaving Victor’s side for even a moment until he gets into that hospital. “My mother and sister – they’re upstairs.

says, and then hesitates, looking at his brother. But then he briskly shakes his head. “No goodbyes,” he says,

brother’s, almost as strong. “Thank you,” I murmur,

just a moment and gives

to one knee to wrap each of