Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 129

The battle is drawing close, now.

Seeing that they had a slight advantage, only two men down as opposed to Rafe’s five, Victor had pressed into the offensive. Even if Rafe had set a trap ahead, his superior numbers should work in his favor.

Victor and his Betas had moved swiftly through the forest, spaced well within the trees, their rifles held at shoulder height, their eyes pressed to their scopes, searching.

bits in a warren.

nd several boulders on either side, perfect for hiding and sniping. Victor did a swift count as he approached – six. Good.

had collected his entire Beta team together for one final showdown, one last stand. There would be

is alamo.

ights in a feral

wiftly, they confirm their positions, and agree to their route. They nod to each other from across the forest and then, as one, they charge.

but not for long. Rafe’s troupes hesitate only for a minute before they begin

ed area behind the boulders where their enemies are ensconced. If they can get in, they’ll do swift damage to Rafe’s troupes.

triggers, pumping wolfbane-coated rubber bullets into the encampment whenever they have the

ot. He grimaces as he sees one of his runners fall, shrieking, to the ground – felled by an enemy bullet before he can get behind the enemy line. The other takes a final leap and disappears behind the boulder.

nows, was surely taken down.

gh of the enemy to make his sacrifi

, the others would have stopped shooting.

t an end.

whips to the side when he sees two of his own men fall, one after the other. They scream in pain, their cries echoing through the forest, but, quickly, they press their mouths shut, doing their very best to suffer in silence. Good, Victor thinks. They’re well trained and know that their cries will distract

now. Almost ready to switch weapons from this assault rifle to a pistol, which will be better in close quarters.

and appears above the boulders, lobbing something in the air towards Victor and his men –

Betas scatter –

on a lethal weapon –

nd fire, as Victor had expected. Instead, it bursts into a blinding light.

tor and his men flinch b

weaponry arsenal, or else Victor would have used one as part of his own assault. He grits his teeth, blinking as the light fades, his eyes still stinging. Rafe is playing dirty again.

, though, he is blind, and he knows his men are too. Rafe, surely, is taking advantage of this.

wolfbane weapon. Victor moves into a tactical retreat, scanning the shadows of the forest that are slowly coming back into the focus, moving behind a tree to see if he can get a better layout of the battle as it now stands.

left, plus me. Against how m

oks out from behind the tree to see his Betas locked into battle with Rafe’s troupes. Bullets fly through the air, knives flash. Victor raises his own rifle to his shoulder, stepping out into the open air, pressing his finger

es, one after another.

afe’s Betas down.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees two more of his men writhing on the ground. s**t, only one man left.

Another of Rafe’s takes two bullets in the shoulder. He falls, screaming in pain.

count, in addition to Rafe himself, but only one man stands panting in front

ction, but the man falls and bursts into screams.

t where the hell was Rafe?

e if Rafe is hiding there. Victor’s final remaining Beta is already there, sweeping the protected area, looking for the final man –

r’s final Beta’s head jerks back as he screams,

e chase.

s just the t

aching down to his thigh to where his pistol is strapped, unhooking it as he goes.

faster. Steadily gaining on him, Victor raises his pistol, ready to take a shot. As he aims, his quarry trips –

ground – god, Victor thinks, it’s almost too easy –

lly –

t presses down on a neat pile of pine sticks, Victor feels something tighten around

in pain, as he feels something in his ankle twist, the bones grinding against the ligaments in a way that feels wrong wrong wrong.

trapped thing that he is.

ou kidding me?”

figur

man on the ground doesn’t respond. Desperate, knowing there’s a chance that he’ll black out if he’s left hanging upside down like this too long, Victor looks up to study the snare.

ire,

n Rafe!” He growls, increasingly desper

“I’m not Rafe. I’m sorry, sir, my orders are to…to stay here. Until he comes.”

ctor narrows his eyes at the Beta, sealin

ot. And the rules had changed.

when he gets his hands on him.

er blades slicing through the air.