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.

at Rafe, who kneels next to

alive,” I

to shake him off but he looks at me

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

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

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

stand with me then, one on each side, and I drape my arms over their shoulders. The three of us stand perfectly still as the medics come

immediately,” the young woman leading them says, looking up at Rafe and I. The other medics work to bandage him while she speaks. “We’re going

know that I understand, and she turns back to

I don’t say a word as I watch them –

Rafe cover his face with his hand, that makes Alvin’s

nod back and head out of the cell, my boys at my side. I don’t look back to check – I know that Rafe

group of 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 we move towards it, I know

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 abandon them as my father

they would never

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

you,” she says, looking between us. “The helicopter can’t handle more weight than that. Just me, and

instantly decided. “You go,” he says, and gestures around to the waiting troops. “I’ll

in hell I’m leaving Victor’s side for even a moment until he gets into that hospital.

a phone out of his pocket, 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

throw my arms around Rafe’s tall form – almost as tall as his brother’s, almost as strong. “Thank you,” I murmur, my forehead against

a moment and gives

fall to one knee to wrap each of my boys in