Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 243 – Negotiations

“Thief!” Walsh snarls, pounding his fist again on the plastic barrier. “You can’t take this from me – everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for –“

Victor tugs Ian’s hand and the boy snaps his worried eyes back up to his father, who looks down at him calmly.

“Enough of this for you,” Victor says softly, looking steadily into Ian’s eyes and letting him know with his tranquility that he’s still in full control. “Why don’t you go with the Beta and wait in the entrance hall? Maybe they’ll give you some jail food to eat, so you can see what it’s like.”

Ian nervously nods, looking again between his father and grandfather as a Beta comes forward to take his hand. He goes with the Beta readily, though, and Victor turns his attention back to Walsh after Ian leaves the room and the lock clicks again.

“Quite a display you’re putting on for your grandchild,” Victor sighs, crossing his arms. “One would think that you’d like him to respect you, but to each his own, I suppose.”

“How dare you –“

“Enough,” Victor snaps again, glaring at the man behind the wall. “It’s done, Walsh, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. What we need to decide now is how long you stay in this cell. Because believe me when I say that I have the funds to ensure that you spend the rest of your life in here. But, there are reasons why I might reconsider such a sentence.”

Walsh leans back for a moment, crossing his arms as he senses the opportunity to regain some power. “You need something from me.”

“No,” Victor counters, giving a sharp shake of his head. “I need nothing from you. But there are people in my life to whom you are significant.”

Walsh takes a minute, blinking, and then begins to scowl. “Evelyn.”

Victor nods slowly, confirming his suspicion. “I won’t keep her father locked up for years if she does not wish it. If you can agree to –“

Walsh slams on the glass again, rage on his face. “You would leave the question of my freedom to a woman?”

Victor does not flinch. “To my Luna. Yes, I would.”

Walsh growls. “A Luna is

Victor interrupts, his words harsh, “that resulted in your losing your pack to begin with. I would caution you against making the same

spot on his head where his wife hit

watch. “Can I take this a rejection of my terms? That you do not agree to live peacefully and

snaps his eyes back to Victor’s. “I

leaning forward and pressing the green button again. Almost instantly the wall goes white, blocking out sound as well as sight. Victor screws his mouth to the side, considering his options. He glances at the two cells next to Walsh’s, where Joyce and Willard are each being held. But he quickly decides against it, wanting suddenly to be home, to

opens the door. “Tell them that their

Joyce don’t matter to him – both had severely overplayed their hands, taking on the Kensington pack like

separate the cells from the front office, Ian is seated in a plain

to the Betas behind the desk. “Where did

the Betas!” Ian exclaims, happy. “It’s prison

quirks an eye at the head man in charge.

our own supply, sir,” the Beta says anxiously, giving a hesitant little smile. “We didn’t think he’d like

nods to them, letting them know he approves. The

who hops down from the chair and takes it.

towards the door. “Can we

head out into the bright sunshine. “Nah, we’re going to give grandpa a little time to think about our

car open the doors for them. Then, after a pause, Ian looks up into his dad’s face. “What do you think mommy and

son run to the far side of the car and

says passively, consenting to be buckled in by the Beta while Victor climbs into

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