Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 197 – Awake

On the morning of the fifth day, my eyes fly open when I hear a hiss.

Victor has his eyes pressed shut, his jaw clenched together.

The tube was removed from his throat yesterday and he can breathe on his own now, but he’s been sleeping the entire time I’ve been here.

“Oh my god,” I say, leaning forward, grabbing his hand, my own neck and back twinging at the sudden movement from my chair.

Victor’s eyes peek open when he hears me. “It’s okay,” he says, his voice scratchy, probably from the intubation. “I just…tried to turn my neck.”

“Don’t move,” I say quickly, glancing around. “I’ll get the nurse –“

“No,” he says, tightening his grip on my hand. “Evie, no. Just…” he sighs and his eyes close again.

I hold my breath, squeezing his hand back, waiting.

“Just…” he says again. “Let me sit with you. For a moment.”

I can’t help the trembling smile that crawls over my lips when I hear that. I’m completely exhausted – haven’t been catching more than a few hours of sleep for days – but the sound of his voice? Telling me he just wants to sit with me?

I feel, suddenly, like I could sing and run and dance for days.

“How are you,” I say gently, leaning forward to smile at him. “Does it hurt?”

He takes a moment to consider. “What, my body? The whole thing?”

I nod, curious.

He laughs, then, and winces at the pain of it. “Yes, frankly. My whole body feels like it’s been through a meat grinder. What…what happened to me?”

I c**k my head to the side, curious. “What do you remember?”

He frowns, thinking again, looking up at the ceiling. “I remember being shot, of course. But then I think I passed out – and then, being downstairs, with you.”

He turns gaze back to me. “I remember our conversation, every moment of that. And the boys coming down.” He smirks at me, remembering them. “Clever boys. Are they here?”

get upset, when they come, and see you

a cozy crew,

a little. “You don’t remember anything else?”

you and the boys went upstairs to…to finish things. And then, I guess I

little and again winces

and press the button for the nurse. I hate seeing him wince like that, at

turn my attention back to

inadequate, rejected by members of their pack as well as the pack community. Alvin and Ian will inherit, and we’ll appoint a regent, but…there’s time for all of

his lips turning up. I can see

ask, leaning forward

see a tinge of

comes in at

she says, cheerful, but her face drops when she sees his condition. She presses her hands to his shoulders, working to hold him still. “Calmly, please,” she murmurs. “Just try

me and I can see

she says, her voice calm. “He’ll be pleased to know that

lightly, his coughing fit

nurse looks to me as she leaves. “Please do your best to keep him calm,” she says lightly. “No very good or very bad news, please.

nod, understanding, agreeing. Then I turn my eyes back to Victor,

all right,” he whispers. I put my hand back

so, so not all right. I need him back, need him healthy, strong. We have a whole life

he says, responding to my unspoken thoughts. I squeeze his hand, letting him know I believe it

sunny. He greets Victor, looking him over, listening to his pulse, measuring some vitals and checking the machines. I watch Victor closely as he responds to the doctor’s questions. His mind and spirit are clearly intact, but his face, his

an ashen grey, like someone who has one

head, knowing that no matter what happy act the

body could use more rest. I’m going to give you some pain medication to control your movements as well as a

he asks. “I just woke up – there’s so much I need

showing Victor that he’s heard him. “Quite frankly, Alpha Kensington,” the doctor says slowly, “it’s that catching-up-on-things that I do not want you to do at the moment. The only thing you should be concentrating on right now is resting. It’s that serious.

frowns at him. I don’t think Victor has, for a moment in his life, prioritized relaxation

to me and taking a different tack. “Are Alpha Kensington’s affairs generally in order? If he sleeps for a few more hours, will

them and shrug.

so

well. “And Ms. Ortega, now