Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 254 – Big Decisions

“Evelyn,” Victor says seriously, “I want you to have a say in what happens to them if you want a say in what happens to them. This pack belongs to both of us now, and it’s a big decision. But I’ll defer to you. If you tell me that you want nothing to do with it, then I’ll take whatever action I think is best.”

I nod, considering it, grateful in my heart that he’s offering me the choice. It’s certainly nothing my father never offered my mother – indeed, never anything I’ve heard an Alpha ever offer a Luna. But how many of these chats happened in the dark of night, in bed, with an Alpha seeking his mate’s advice?

There was so much I didn’t know about how all of this was done.

But still, I’m eager to take up the task.

“And what if I say I wanted them released, hypothetically,” I ponder quietly aloud. “What would that even look like?”

“Well,” Victor says, considering it. “It wouldn’t be complete freedom. They’re still men who betrayed me, and – as Alphas – would likely seek revenge. So there would be stipulations on their freedom, and they would always – always have guards on them. They’d never really be free.”

“That makes sense,” I murmur, though my mind is elsewhere, on a much darker question.

Victor sits quietly, waiting. I can tell that he knows I’m not finished, and he’s not letting himself drift off to sleep, as he probably wants to.

“Victor,” I say, hesitating and glancing up at him. “What if I said that…I wanted them…”

I bite my lip, hardly able to voice it.

he whispers to me, understanding.

“What if I said I wanted them

for a moment, studying me. Then he continues, his voice serious and fierce and steady. “If you want them dead,

that he’s given me. The power not only over someone’s freedom, but their life. I had always known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that Alphas weighed these kinds of decisions as part of their

don’t even know if that’s the right term – I mean, would

of war, things would be different. But they declared war on me – they knew

the ceiling. Victor lets me, his fingers

anyone – not really. Not even Joyce, after everything that he did to me. Not even Amelia, after she’d had my

But now, considering it…

that my father and Joyce are, that they’ve never brought anything but sorrow to anyone in the pursuit of their own entitled desires… I grit my teeth, thinking about them, these horrible toxic people who have done so

actively come after me, and my children, and Victor, and our future children if – well. That’s a line of thinking for another time, I consider, though a hand

to

better choice – the true gift to the world, and to my children

at the thought, sick at this line of thinking. I’ve never really shied away from hard questions – not really – but these ones are taking me down a

squeeze. There’s real regret in his voice as he continues.

“No,

of it. He’s so strong, but to expect one person to carry this just to spare

I see a little proud smile form on his lips. I hesitate for a second, though, thinking it through. “Do you mind?”

I tuck my head beneath his chin, taking in a