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 say,

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

help me to my feet and step back. I’ll only be in their way if I stay as close to Victor as I want to. As I feel myself needing

their work, 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 murmur softly to each other, working quickly, but I

thought it was. I don’t need a

arms over their shoulders. The three of us stand perfectly still as the medics come

get to a hospital 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 to patch him up as best we can, as quickly as we

know that I understand, and she turns back to her

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

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 mine.

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

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

feel the eyes 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

they would never abandon him.

as we

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

looks to me, instantly decided. “You go,” he says, and gestures around to the waiting troops.

say, agreeing – grateful that he didn’t fight me for it. Because there’s no chance 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 tight. “It’s not time

my arms around Rafe’s tall form – almost as tall as his brother’s, almost as strong. “Thank you,” I murmur, my forehead against his chest. He hesitates a moment and then

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fall to one knee to wrap each of my