Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

“Inside, Evelyn, please,” Victor growls, and Evelyn moves away from him. She looks between the two brothers for a moment, and though she would usually push against an order like that from Victor – or anyone, really – something, in this case, suggests that it’s best not to engage.

So she simply moves away, quickly climbing the steps to the porch and disappearing through the cottage’s front door.

“What the hell is wrong with you,” Victor snarls when she’s gone, advancing on his brother, feeling the tips of his claws start to poke at his fingertips.

“What’s wrong with me?” Rafe challenges, holding his ground. “What the hell is wrong with you, Victor!? Letting Walsh go, because Evelyn decided that she wants her dad to go free?”

“Enough!” Victor shouts, slashing the air between them, his fangs lengthening. Rafe’s eyes go wide at this – Victor is usually in perfect control of his transformation, but something about this has really set him off –

But still, this decision – it goes too far –

“You can’t let her do this, Victor!” Rafe shouts, his own fangs lengthening in response to his brother’s threat. “He will do it all again! Everything you fought for, he will take from you!”

“And you think I can’t manage that threat?” Victor asks, still advancing on Rafe, their bodies close together now. Violence is in every line of Victor’s muscles as he stares his brother down. “You think I haven’t considered this? You think I have made this decision easily?!”

“However you’ve made it, it’s the wrong decision! You’ve got to make him pay!”

“It’s not my decision –“

“You’re going to let her decide! Her be the arbiter of justice in your pack – in our pack!? And Walsh’s too – the pack your sons will inherit – she gets to decide its future?”

“Who else should do it, Rafe,” Victor asks, his voice low, his pulse racing now, barely keeping a leash on his rage as his brother insults his Luna again and again. “Who would mete out justice in this pack, if not her? It is her father’s fate, hers, her sons’, for which she decides –“

“She’s too close to it!”

“Precisely why she should decide!” Victor cries, shoving Rafe now, making him stumble back a few steps. “There is no one for whom this decision is harder, you i***t! She has spent days being tortured by this – having to face the actual people who this decision would affect! And she’s sobbing in my arms because she’s had to make it – and you come along and challenge her on it!?”

Rafe snarls but Victor lashes out, pushing him again – hard enough that he falls to the ground.

“Stay down, Rafe,” Victor snarls, standing over him. “You will learn your place in this pack – even if I have to teach it to you by force –“

“My place!?” Rafe rages, snarling at his brother. “On the ground – lower than her – I’m supposed to take the decision of a Luna as law!?

head at him, taking a step back. As Rafe watches, Victor leashes his self again, his fangs retracting, the

you just said, Rafe?” Victor asks, still panting with anger, but

“What?” Rafe asks, baffled.

reject the idea that you’re lower than a

not what I

f*****g i***t,” Victor snarls,

even if those hadn’t

“This is why

objections, with defiance

Rafe realizes that he can’t speak them. Because Victor is

Alpha, who always sees her

blow and his arms go weak. He lets himself fall backwards into the gravel of the drive, his

But clearly…

his voice. Replaced, now, with disgust. “You have got to get it into your head that being Alpha is not about having complete control and shaping the world into what you want. It’s about building the world in which

his brother and turns away. “She is your Luna, your moon. The sooner you figure out that you’re not the earth in this metaphor – the thing around which she revolves? The

watches his brother

Rafe calls out after his brother, desperate, just as he reaches

Victor replies, turning back to him. “You rise to her when she calls. You

walks up the stairs and into the

rests his head back against the gravel of the

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staring out the front picture window with me as Victor stalks up the steps and heads towards the door. Ian crouches on my other

he whispers. “Is Uncle Rafe going to get run over by a

take a moment to

“Should we go

mad. “Let him risk it. He’s a big

into the dark house and looking around. It takes a moment before he focuses

sighs and sinks his hands in his pockets, shaking his head at us.

my voice soft but even. “You wouldn’t want us

Ian calls, curious.