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.

two thick metal doors, Victor considers that the

door swings open and Ian gives a little squeak of excitement as they peer into the short room

as they pass through, nodding to the two Betas who stand guard inside. “I thought you’d want to see iron bars and men in black and white stripes

looking around and then up at his father. “Grandpapa had iron bars in his basement jail and

to stifle his laugh and pay attention to the matter at hand as the door locks behind them. Another nod to the Beta before them confirms that it’s time, and Victor and

want to push the button?” Victor asks

eyes go as wide as they can, showing white all around his brown irises. There’s absolutely nothing

and 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 smokey grey and then, a moment later, to a clear barrier. Behind it stands John Walsh, his arms held firmly at his

coolest place in the whole world.

mouth quirking up, but he keeps his focus on Walsh. “How are you, John,” Victor

am, Kensington,” Walsh snaps, glaring at him, his eyes flickering to his grandson. He pauses a moment before adding,

Never to early to get started.” 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

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

his other hand into his pocket. “Is there anything we can get for you that