Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 261 – “Italy is Barely Europe”

About forty-five minutes later, the van pulls up to a chain-link gate at the airport. As the drivers stop the van to have a brief discussion with the guards, Amelia raises her eyes to glare steadily at Victor. He meets her eyes evenly, without emotion, and doesn’t break her gaze. She doesn’t intimidate him. Not for a moment.

Instead, he c***s his head to the side and considers her – this woman who had such power over him when they were together. This woman who could change his mind with a single touch, even a single steamy look, on some occasions. He feels guilty, suddenly – for his people, his children, for Evelyn – that he let her have that kind of control.

But even now, as he considers it, he realizes that Evelyn has that same control. That his attraction to her – his desire to be with her, near her, touching her nearly all the time – it supersedes what he had with Amelia. The only difference is that Evelyn would never do that.

He had always known that Amelia was selfish – didn’t mind it, even. But now, looking at her bound and gagged in the back of this van, rage all over her face and in her eyes…Victor realizes that she really did only ever care about herself. That she loved him, but that she loved the idea of being the Alpha’s Luna more than she ever really cared about him, what he wanted and needed.

Victor sighs, disappointed. Because if she had been his mate, his match at every turn, what did that say about him?

Victor’s train of thought is disturbed, though, by the sound of the gate moving and the van’s subsequent lurch forward. Amelia spins her head, looking first towards the driver’s seat and then to the back doors. She can’t see anything – of course – but, frantic, she’s trying to learn all that she can.

“It’s almost over, Amelia,” Victor says with a sigh. “You can calm down. No one’s going to hurt you.”

She snaps her face back to him, glaring again, but this time Victor looks away, meeting Edgar’s eyes in the seat next to him. He has work to do now. Edgar gives a deep nod, letting Victor know that he’s still in on the plan. Victor returns the gesture, steady.

moment of quiet, the doors are opened from the outside, a team of Betas waiting there.

to run, we’ll catch you, and then we’ll carry you the rest of the way.

and slips a knife from his back pocket and swiftly cuts the duct tape around her ankles. Immediately, even

simply raises a hand to block her kick, grabbing her ankle in the air and raising his

solved – not someone worth expending real emotion on. “You’ve lost this game. It’s done. If you fight, you’re only

mate down. But then a shadow falls across her face and, a little frightened, Amelia looks up to see Edgar standing there, watching

shrug. “You’ve been outmatched, Amelia. You played the game well, but you lost. You, of all people, should know when to gracefully bow out rather than be beaten down into the dust. Have a

watches the exchange, curious when Amelia gives a tight little sigh through her nose, as if she’s above it all. Victor then looks at Edgar curiously. When had he learned so much about Amelia? How did he

her hair back, refusing to look at Victor again as he smirks and cuts the duct tape holding her thighs together. Then, Edgar bends forward and puts a supportive hand beneath Amelia’s arm,

eyes fly up as she hears his words.

were they

a hand to help Amelia down, Edgar coming behind her. Her arms are still bound behind her back and the strip of duct tape

the Van, Victor looks around, his hair blowing in the breeze of the airstrip. He reaches up and loosens his tie, surprised by the heat he feels coming off the tarmac. Spring must be coming, he thinks, feeling bright

his sons’ birthday would be soon, and a beautiful Luna to celebrate with, and the Amelia problem

bring

“Right,” he ways,