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.

who kneels next to me

alive,” I

I work to shake him off but he looks at me seriously. “Let them do their work, Evelyn,” he says,

step back. I’ll only be in their way if I stay as close to Victor as I

side of Victor. They check his vitals and work to see if they can move him, but any movement elicits a groan

I thought it was. I don’t need a medical degree to know

each side, and I drape my arms over

“We’re going to patch him up as best we can, as quickly as we can, and

understand,

say a word as I watch them – I don’t even think I blink,

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

like a second. They secure the straps and then the head medic looks to me, nodding. I nod back and head out of the cell, my boys at my side. I don’t look back to check – I know that Rafe and the medics follow

us head back out onto the lawn. The chopper is waiting there, its blades spinning. It’s not a medical helicopter at all – just one of Victor’s small military helicopters. As

of Victor’s troops on us as we move. They are a silent mass, but I can almost feel their sadness, their worry, their support. Victor has done so much for them, for these members of his

would never abandon him. Not

support is a small boost to my tired mind and heart as we cross the field and

take one of you,” she says, looking between us. “The

and gestures around to the waiting troops. “I’ll stay here, clean up this

leaving Victor’s side for even a moment until he gets into

handing it to me. “Keep in touch,” he says, and then hesitates, looking at his brother. But then he briskly shakes his head. “No goodbyes,” he says, his jaw tight. “It’s

strong. “Thank you,” I murmur, my forehead against his chest. He hesitates

a moment

knee to wrap each of my boys in a hug