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.”

his hands. I can’t help but smile, seeing that he’s got some little secret brewing that he’s

watching him over the rim of my

shacked up with Alpha Taylor and his pack, two or three hours from

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

reaction is correct – the Taylor pack is new, just on their second generation of Alphas.” He looks at

number of people out there who still blame Victor for apparently ditching his

a big sigh, “it looks like 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

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

I say softly, hesitating. “Is he

just blinks at me, shocked and

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 without an ulterior

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

the phone back to

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

back. I mean, I know what I want him to do. But he needs to make his own decisions regarding his ex

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 –

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

it,” he replies

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

wide. “Wait – are you going to

stays perfectly still, letting me finish

whisper, horrified. “You’re not going to

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

stare at him, still horrified at the