Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 249 – Retribution

I wake at the sound of a drawer closing and the light click of ceramic on wood. I sniff the air and smile, opening my eyes to see a lovely cup of coffee just inches from my face.

“Oohhh,” I say, pleased and sitting up. I smile up at Victor, standing next to the bed. “And to what do I owe this great pleasure?”

I reach for the coffee but hesitate when I realize that he’s not smiling back at me. Instead, he’s very serious.

“What?” I ask, my hands falling nervously into my lap. “What’s wrong?”

Victor shakes his head and sighs, sitting down on the bed, his own cup of coffee in his hands. “It’s nothing to worry about, Evelyn,” he starts, nodding towards my coffee. “Please, have some. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“All right,” I murmur, taking the warm cup in my hands and pulling my knees up to my chest, watching him, waiting for the news.

Victor doesn’t say anything for a moment, looking down into his coffee and collecting his thoughts. I let him take his time, studying his profile – the shape of his straight nose, the muscles in his clenched jaw.

And suddenly, I know.

“Amelia,” I whisper, my stomach twisting awkwardly.

“How did you know?” Victor asks, snapping his face to me, surprised.

I shrug. “Astral mate instincts,” I reply, twinkling my fingers at him and then taking a sip of my coffee. “I can read your mind.”

He frowns. “Even when I’m not sending you messages?”

“No,” I shake my head. “Just our connection combined with woman’s intuition,” I raise my chin and give him the look of a wise, all-knowing being. “I know everything that’s going on in your head.”

that he’s hiding from me that has nothing

rim of my cup. “What did

shacked up with Alpha Taylor and his pack, two

I ask, screwing up my face in confusion. “Who is that?” I wrack my brain, trying to remember anything I’ve ever heard about the Taylor pack,

generation of Alphas.” He looks at me seriously now. “But they’re ambitious, and not without their resources. I think that their hunger,

hesitates here, but I know what he means. Delia has kept me relatively updated on this – the number of people out there who still blame Victor for apparently ditching his mate at the altar for me, the little pet he kept in the

new relationship with the young Taylor Alpha is a love match. It’s not just by chance that he’s meeting Amelia just as he’s eager to make big moves in this world, to get as much power as he can as fast as

looks up at me seriously, but I can’t help myself

say softly,

at me, shocked and

isn’t messing with any broke guys, and she’s not dealing with any uggos either, not without an ulterior motive. If

from the bedside table, quickly typing on it and then handing it to me. On the screen are a series of images of a young man with an unfortunate pug

sigh, handing the phone back to him. “She’s doing this to get

as if my methods for drawing this conclusion are ridiculous, but then he takes a second look at

what I want him to do. But he needs to make his own decisions regarding his ex and

for a moment, his head hanging. “I don’t want to go to war again, Evelyn,” he replies softly. I let my breath out in a deep exhale, relieved. “I don’t think I can do it again,” he continues, shaking his head. Then he looks back at me. “I mean, we have all the resources

completely. I reach forward to take his hand.

of it,” he replies firmly, his jaw

there who still blame Victor for apparently ditching his mate at the altar for me, the little pet he kept in the cottage out

eyes go wide. “Wait – are you going

letting me finish

horrified. “You’re not going

I?” he asks. “It’s not as simple as a personal vendetta, Evelyn. She burned my house down, putting my family’s lives at risk. She attacked this pack, several times, Evelyn – giving your father and Willard the ammunition they needed to take us to war. A war we came very close to

still horrified at the