Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 242 – In the Jail

Betas pull open the doors to the detainment facility and Victor strides through, Ian buzzing with excitement at his side. Victor glances down at the boy to see that he’s looking around at everything, as fascinated and thrilled as any kid at Disney World. Victor smirks, wondering if it’s the Alpha pup in Ian’s little soul that makes him fascinated by the work of running a pack, or just a quirk of his nature.

“Where are the prison parts,” Ian asks, his voice hushed with awe as they enter a white room with several Betas moving around behind a desk, guns strapped to their shoulders.

“Through that door,” Victor replies, taking Ian’s hand and pointing to a white door in the corner.

Ian nods, understanding. “How many prisoners do you have? Like, 500?”

Victor laughs, shaking his head. “No kid, just four right now. It’s a little jail, but a good one. Now,” he raises one finger to his lips, asking Ian for quiet while he conducts his business. Ian nods, determined to comply and hoping he can manage it.

Victor and Ian move forward to the desk and Victor has a swift conversation with his Betas. They were expecting him, of course, and they move efficiently to ensure safety protocols are in order for Victor’s conversation with John and Joyce, as well as James Willard. The Betas glance uneasily at the child, but Victor doesn’t hesitate or apologize, so they move forward with the plan.

Inwardly, Victor smiles at the clean and efficient way his Betas move, following his orders and protocols without hesitation. He only sends his best to this facility, Betas who have been with him for five years or more and who have a spotless reputation.

The system of pack justice is complicated in that it allows Alphas to serve as both judge and jury in matters that pertained to the pack itself, but they have to maintain their own prisons to do it. This also meant that these prisons have to be incredibly secure and well-defended because if a rival pack decides to break a prisoner out and succeeds, then it’s was no one’s fault but the Alpha’s for failing to defend his rights. There is no overarching system of justice to demand that that prisoner be returned until he faces justice.

he takes Ian along with him, the boy’s hand securely held in his own. As they pass through two thick metal doors, Victor considers that the system of wolf justice is rather feudal, but that he prefers it this way. He’d

little squeak of excitement as they peer into the short room beyond, which has six white doors

stand guard inside. “I thought you’d want to see iron bars and men in black and white stripes

“Grandpapa had iron bars in his basement jail and we got out of

locks behind them. Another nod to the Beta before them confirms that it’s time, and Victor and Ian move forward to

want to push the button?” Victor asks

wide. “There’s…there’s a button?” Victor nods and gestures to a green button on the wall next to the door ahead of him. Ian’s eyes go as wide as they can, showing white all around his brown irises. There’s absolutely nothing more

wall in front of them begins to change, fading from a solid white to a smokey grey and then, a moment later, to a clear barrier. Behind it stands John Walsh, his arms held firmly at his side, glaring at

“This is the coolest place in the whole world. I love it

corner of his mouth quirking up, but he keeps his focus

to his grandson. He pauses a moment before adding, “you’d bring a child here, to

He sighs and lowers Ian to the ground then, taking his hand before raising his eyes to hold his prisoner’s gaze. “Not that I’d take parenting advice from you any way,

lift in a snarl and Victor is pleased that the time in confinement has made this Alpha restless, angry, eager to get out by any means. Precisely the right mood for negotiation, at least

his other hand into his pocket.