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.”

down at his hands. I can’t help but smile, seeing that he’s got some little secret brewing that he’s hiding from me that has nothing to

the rim of

shacked up with Alpha Taylor and

“Who is that?” I wrack my brain, trying to remember anything I’ve ever heard

their second generation of Alphas.” He looks at me seriously now. “But they’re ambitious, and not without their

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

she’s not done with torturing me. I think that it would be…naïve to think that this 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 he

me seriously, but I can’t help myself from asking the true question on my

softly, hesitating.

at me,

shrug and a big smile. “Come on, Victor – you know this woman. Amelia isn’t messing with any broke guys, and she’s not dealing with any uggos either, not

phone from the bedside table, quickly typing on it and then handing it to me. On the screen are a series of images of a

the phone back to him. “She’s doing this

little derisive look, as if my methods for drawing this conclusion are ridiculous, but then he takes a second look at the images and shrugs a little. I smirk, pleased he

lip, holding myself back. I mean, I know what

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 in the world – we would win – but I’m done

agreeing completely. I reach forward to take his hand. “So, what are you

to take care of it,” he replies firmly, his

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,

“Wait – are you going

perfectly still, letting me

whisper, horrified. “You’re not going to kill her,

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

stare at him, still horrified at