Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

At this, Victor’s instincts kick in and he lunges for her, swiping the drinks and the silverware off the

table, planting his hands on it, growling down at her as his teeth lengthen into fangs. “Try it, Amelia,” he

snarls, “come for me. See what you get.”

Then he pushes himself away from her, forcing his teeth back. She pants, fighting her fear, looking up

at him and working to keep her own snarl on her face.

Victor straightens his tie as he looks down on her in judgement. “Evelyn is the only reason you have

any of what you have. I was going to reject you from the pack, leave you with nothing after what you

did to my children. It was only because of her intervention that I have treated you so kindly since then

end of our relationship.”

He turns to leave as he finishes. “If you make me regret that kindness, I will take it all.”

“I’m going to burn it all down, Victor! I have everything I need to do it!” Amelia calls after him, her chest

still heaving with rage and visceral fear and embarrassment. “I’ll raze every piece of it!”

“Go ahead and try, Amelia,” he calls over his shoulder.

“I’ll tell Edgar you say hello!” she replies, but he barely hears her as he pushes through the door.

Victor stalks into his house that afternoon, intent on finalizing some business with Annabeth in order to

solidify his pack power and move forward with his plans. He called Amelia’s bluff on the pregnancy, but

he knows better than to underestimate her.

If she says she has enough to “burn” his life to the ground, then he needs to take action to make sure

his borders are tight.

Burton and Beta Stephen meet him in the front hall, nodding as he gestures towards his office.

“Oh, big brother,” Rafe says in a sing-song voice as he wheels his chair over from the kitchen. “Don’t

you have a minute for baby brother?” Rafe gives Victor a nasty smirk, knowing that he’s caught him at

the most inopportune moment – perhaps even waited for the least convenient moment, just to get

under Victor’s skin.

Victor sighs and nods to Burton and Stephen, silently letting him know that he’ll meet them in the office

in a minute. They nod and head through the door as Victor follows Rafe back into the kitchen.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Victor says, loosening his tie.

“Just a chat,” Rafe says, “about our future here.” He folds his hands neatly in his lap.

“Fine,” Victor says, throwing his arm out in a gesture that suggests that Rafe should get on with it.

“Bridgette and I have decided that we’re going to say in this house,” Rafe says, enjoying the sight as

his brother’s face grows red with rage. “She likes it here, so we’re going to stay during the pregnancy.

And then when the child is born, after a few months, we’ll see how we feel.”

“Rafe,” Victor says, putting a hand over his eyes in frustration. “You were supposed to stay a few days

until you recovered from the wolfsbane. And now you tell me that you’re going to stay for months?

Maybe years?”

Rafe shrugs, smiling that nasty little smile at him. “Bridgette likes being close to Evelyn, likes the pool.

And it’s not like you’re using the house, so –“

“Rafe,” Victor says, losing his temper and slamming his fist onto the kitchen island. “Get out. Get out of

my house. Right now.”

Rafe just laughs at him, and Victor loses his temper even more. “I’m serious Rafe!” he shouts, feeling

his hackles rise. “You betrayed me! Tried to take everything from me! Poisoned me at the second trial,

tried to screw me over in the third – tried to steal the pack even though you’d be absolute s**t at

leading it –“

“I’m the betrayer?” Rafe says, the smile dropping from his face, anger taking its place. “I betrayed you,

Victor?”

“Yes!” Victor says, leaning down to bring his face closer to his brother’s. “Because you’ve always been

a jealous, conniving little rat –“

“Go ahead and try, Amelia,” he calls over his shoulder. Rafe snarls up at him, snapping his teeth.

“You’re the one who –“ Rafe snarls up at him, snapping his teeth. “You’re the one who –“

“What are you even still doing in this chair,” Victor snaps, moving behind the chair. Suddenly, he feels

about ten years old again, pissed off at his little brother for being such a whiny brat. “You don’t have

any wolfsbane still in you – you’re being ridiculous –“

“Victor!” Rafe yells, feeling the chair tilt as Victor pulls it up by the handles and gives it a shake.

“You’re just faking it, Rafe – you’re fine – you’re just too lazy to get up and do anything –“

Rafe shouts as he’s tossed to the ground and Victor pushes the chair away from them both.

“Ouch! Victor!” Rafe says, glaring at him from the floor. “I’m sick – I can’t believe you just did that to me

–“

“You’re not sick,” Victor says, glaring at his little brother and crossing his arms. “You just want attention

and a reason to sit around all day feeling sorry for yourself!”

Rafe opens his mouth to say more when a voice comes down the stairs.

“What is going on down there??”

Rafe and Victor look up to see Evelyn and Bridgette standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at

them with shocked expressions. Victor purses his lips, embarrassed to be caught losing his temper and

acting like a little kid. Rafe feels no such shame, and points a finger at Victor.

“He did it!” Rafe shouts, “he tipped me out of my chair.”

Bridget gasps and makes a move to hurry down the steps, but Evelyn grabs her hand before she can

get far. “Just a minute, Bridge,” she says. Then, dropping the hand, Evelyn takes a few steps back into

the hall, disappearing from Victor’s sight. When she comes back, she’s carrying a medium-sized black

vase.

Without a hint of her plans, Evelyn leans over the banister and drops the vase down to the floor,

aiming, apparently, for Rafe. Bridgette screams and Rafe shouts, scrambling to his feet and away, just

as the vase crashes about two feet from where he was sitting.

A beat passes and then Victor, Rafe, and Bridgette all slowly turn to Evelyn, agape.

“What?” she says, looking them all evenly in the eyes. “It wasn’t going to hit him. And now we know

that he can walk.”

Victor and Bridgette turn their gazes to Rafe, who glares at Evelyn and shakes his head, angry to have

fallen for her trick.

“Baby!” Bridgette says, scurrying down the stairs and over to him. “I’m so glad! You’re healed!” She

throws her arms around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder, laughing with joy.

“Yes,” Rafe says, still glaring up at Evelyn. “It’s a miracle. Isn’t it.”

Evelyn skips down the stairs, gives Victor a kiss on the cheek, and then smiles prettily at Rafe as she

heads for the back door. “Be careful when you clean that up,” she says casually to Rafe, gesturing

towards the broken pottery. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

With that, Evelyn flounces out of the house as the family watches her, a small smile tugging at the

corner of Victor’s mouth.