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.

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 rather be in total control of his enemies rather than

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

as they pass through, nodding to the two Betas who stand guard inside. “I thought

Ian breathes, looking around and then up at his father. “Grandpapa had iron bars in his basement jail and we got out of that

that it’s time, and Victor and Ian move forward to stand before one of the doors. Then, to Ian’s surprise, his father leans down and picks him

to push

“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

the little boy holds out his finger, pushing the button with a definite jab. Immediately after he does, the wall in front of them begins to change, fading from a solid white to a

Ian whispers. “This is the coolest place in the whole

a little glance, the corner of his mouth quirking up, but he keeps his focus on Walsh. “How are

I am, Kensington,” Walsh snaps, glaring at him, his eyes flickering to his grandson. He pauses a moment before adding, “you’d bring a child here, to this place? Not precisely good

early to get started.” He sighs and lowers Ian to the ground then, taking his hand before raising his

in a snarl and Victor is pleased that the time in confinement has made this Alpha restless, angry,

enjoying your stay?” Victor asks calmly, sinking his other hand into his pocket.