Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 196 – Only Time will Tell

Sixteen hours later, we’re still in the hospital, waiting for news.

My head hangs, my chin almost touching my chest as I listen to the clock in our private waiting room click. And click. And click. The seconds trip slowly by.

Ian leans against me, Alvin sprawled across my lap. Both, thankfully, are asleep, though they fought it for the longest time. But I’d rather have them this way, peacefully oblivious, rather than enduring the interminable wait.

They’re too young to have to be so patient.

My mother and sister are here as well, Delia having gone back to the cabin to clean up. Rafe is here too, though Bridgette hasn’t joined him. Victor’s parents are on their way, but they were in Europe on vacation when they got the news – it will take them hours more to get here, perhaps even days.

I’m a bit glad of that, actually. Not that I begrudge Victor’s family their right to be here. I just…don’t want to have to deal with anyone else’s emotions. Mine, and my children’s, are enough.

The fewer in this room, the better.

Rafe is the worst at handling the slow passage of time as we wait for news. He arrived about four hours ago, after getting the troops reordered. He also moved my father and Joyce to Victor’s own state-of-the-art incarceration facility, to await judgment from the pack community.

I have no idea where Victor’s little jail is – nobody does, I think. But I’m glad to have those issues off my mind for the moment.

When Rafe first arrived, he paced for hours, staring at the door, growling. I think he wanted to burst into the surgery and force Victor’s body back together, force it to work. Force him to live.

But now, he just leans against the wall, his arms tensely folded across his chest, staring at the floor. Waiting, like the rest of us.

I flinch as the door opens, my entire body going rigid. A man in surgical scrubs comes into the room, looking around at us. Rafe’s head snaps up to look at him. My mother and sister sit up straight in their chairs.

“Is he alive?” The words rush from my mouth almost as one. My boys blink awake next to me, raising their heads to see what the fuss is about.

“He is,” the doctor says, closing the door behind him. A huge exhale of breath leaves me and I press my eyes closed, giving a silent prayer of thanks.

Alive. He’s alive.

“Do you…” the doctor says next, still looking around at us. “Which of you is the next of kin?”

are,” I say quickly. “Whatever updates you have, you can give them to

doesn’t fight me on this though, technically, I suppose he would be Victor’s next of kin. As his brother. The boys aren’t yet old enough to qualify, even

And me?

Technically I’m…nothing to him.

and taking a deep breath. “Alpha Kensington is in critical but stable condition. Our team performed several surgeries – the wound to his back was extensive. Alpha Kensington is lucky in that the bullet missed his

his spine. Good. I had suspected that this was the case, as Victor had been able to use his legs a little while we were down in the cells – but still, you never

damage done to his muscular structure and especially to his left lung, which collapsed. And then again to his heart, which was…well, he was again lucky there. The bullet only grazed his heart, it didn’t

deep intake of breath here, covering my mouth with my hand. I wait, breathless, for the doctor to

our best to repair much of it, but…” he looks at us and shakes

a menacing step towards him. The doctor, to his credit, only

and say that he’ll make a recovery but…” the doctor slowly shakes his head, holding Rafe’s gaze. “It would take a miracle. There’s a chance that he

then. “If I were

I don’t even try to

their father back, only to hear – a few months later – that they

and punches the wall as hard as he can. He

doctor gasps at this, pressing

she stands and addresses the doctor. I suppose, dealing with Alphas her whole life, it’s

us this news,” she says firmly.

Alpha Kensington to be stable. So, our advice to you would be to go home and rest. Come back tomorrow,

her mouth to reply

but strong. I begin to wipe the

“No, unfortunately – he’s resting, but he’s in intensive care –

mouth hanging open as he stares at Rafe with fear in his

him?” Rafe asks, his voice

his head. “He’s just resting under close

Rafe continues, taking a step

doctor says, his brows knitting with confusion.

attention into the development of this hospital than any Alpha currently at the head