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.

Evelyn,” he whispers to me,

if I said I

studying me. Then he continues, his voice serious and fierce and steady. “If you want

somewhere in the back of my mind, that Alphas weighed these kinds of decisions as part of their roles at the head of their pack. But never, ever had

I don’t even know if that’s the right term – I mean, would other packs reject that decision? How would that

my right,” Victor says evenly. “If it hadn’t been an act of war, things would be

his fingers resting gently on the skin of

towards life and light, I think to myself as I stare into the darkness. Never, ever had I wished death on anyone – not really. Not even Joyce, after everything that he did to me. Not even Amelia,

But now, considering it…

the earth 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

children, and Victor, and our future children if – well. That’s a line of thinking for another time, I consider, though a hand drifts low

desire to not be a killer, to let them live? Who, really, would pay the price for that empathy

gift to the world, and to my

questions – not really – but these ones are taking me down a dark

sorry, Evelyn,” Victor says, taking my hand and giving it a little squeeze. There’s real regret in his voice as he continues. “I shouldn’t have put this on your shoulders – I should

head sharply to him. “No, Victor. You shouldn’t have to carry this by

so strong, but to expect one person to carry this just to spare me

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

tuck my head beneath his chin, taking in a long breath through my nose and letting myself be comforted by his rich warm scent. “They’re safe, and contained. We can