Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 107

Victor meets with his lieutenants for hours, conversing with them endlessly over the details of camp, the new Rogues that have petitioned to join the pack as Betas, the plans they have for the future. Alvin and I spend those hours wandering around and taking in the sites, watching the Betas run around in their groups. Ian stays steadfastly by Victor’s side, soaking in every word.

When Alvin and I return from our sightseeing, I can’t help but smile at Ian’s rapt little face. I think we’ve figured out, for sure, what part of the pack leadership he will be eager to take over when he’s older.

Alvin looks a little worried – this is the first time that they haven’t passionately shared an interest. I run a hand over his hair and give him a wink. “What do you say, buddy,” I whisper. “Shall we light a fire in the pit?”

he says, excited, and runs over to the box marked “fire supplie

his, but he’s too wrapped up in Victor’s world right now to notice.

e the time.

g, and I can tell that he is proud. We set up chairs around the fire and, eventually, a kind Beta woman brings us

haps drawn by the lovely smell, Ian eventually comes out to sit with us. His father follows shortly after, having h

sk, smiling up at him.

es,” he says, pulling

otdog, “When it has to do with the Betas. I can’t wait to be Alpha!”

pull him close in a hug.

this, cooking our dinner and desert over the fire, Victor telling us about his younger years, about how he convinced his father to have documents forged which would allowed him to join the American Navy when he was only 17. He was a Navy SEAL by the time he

, he has depths to him that I never knew existed.

rt to close, Victor and I carry them in and tuck them into their little cot beds. Then, we head back out to the fire.

uch like mine, or Joyce’s: just a lot of seclusion from the rest of the world. But it explains why Victor is a bit of a marvel, for such a young Alpha. By 19 he had done what others wouldn’t complete by the time they were forty.

ugs in response to my comment. “I’m sure there’s lots about your younger years that I don’t know,” he says, taking a bite of Ian’s leftover s’more.

hing there is to know about me.”

sure that’s not true.”

’s folded in my chair, kicking him a little. “What, what do you mean?” I ask, wondering what he’s t

s gaze. “You play things quite close to the chest.”

say, a little sarcastic.

“Yes,” he agrees. “But I’m not used to others being a mystery. Amelia…I always knew what Amelia wanted. Or if she was being sneaky, then when I found out what she was doing, it always made sense. You, Evelyn…a

omplimented. “Okay,” I say. “Just for one night, then, I’m an open book. Ask me anything you want to know. And tomorrow? Back to a s

How did you really feel, that night. After the Hunt. Did you really want me to go?”

on I didn’t want him to ask. Or…perhaps the only one I really want to talk about, b

complicated, Victor,” I say, rambling a little, trying to find my own footing in my thoughts. “I know it was wrong, I know it should never have happened. But…I can’t say I reg

at me, surprised. “Wha

ing for her. If she hadn’t done one horrible thing, if she’s just skipped being a jerk to Ian and Alvin that day, you would have married her.”

I didn’t,” he insists. “I realized the mistake, I realized that she’s horrible, I ended it, I rejected her –“

“But,” I speak slowly, hoping that he will understand “You still didn’t pick me,” I whis

n, you told me to go!”

d then you did.”

Victor,” I whisper. “The fact that you picked her over me. The fact that she was your mate – that your body chose her – in a way that it didn’t chose me. If anything were to happen now, I would always be your second choice.”

so, so guilty.

ow even if I –“

ting to hear anything more, knowing I won’t be able to bear it. “I was always Edgar’s first choice.” I say it gently, knowing i

side to side, disbelieving. “Evelyn, ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been married,

it’s not supposed to happen.”

cause he is safe. God, Evelyn,” he says, raising his hand to hold my cheek softly against it. “What are you afraid of?”

him precisely what I think of that when we both hear someone clear his throat.

ge of the fire, my cheek still cupped in Victor’s hand.