Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 150

“Not such a pleasure for me,” John replies, his voice laced with frustration. “I’ve been calling all morning and have been told for hours that you’re too busy to take my call.”

“Not too busy,” Victor says, tired of this already. “I just have no real desire to speak to you.”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, boy,” Walsh hisses, riled by Victor’s open disrespect. “Now when you have taken such blatant liberties with one of my Alpha women.”

nd you,” Victor continues, his voice steady, “

“The courts will decide in our favor,” Walsh says, rushing on before Vict

icity bills for her house?”

pology and a negotiation.”

leans back in his chair, re

estion to which I have not yet said yes.”

t was an antiquated practice, Victor knew, of formally requesting to transfer an Alpha woman to a new pack via marriage, but one which still held strong in the oldest families within their culture. And, if they were anything, the Walshes were certainly an old

wever, if she was a particularly desirable bride, it was frequently the case that her father could make an exorbitant financial request of the groom in order to approve the marriage. Clearly, Walsh intended to move forward with this tradition.

sually, “such a conversation need not happen, as Evelyn and I are not engaged.”

d you down and asked for time, which is a move I know my daughter would make, then it is still a conversation you failed to have with me before popping your little question.”

igured out that it was an engagement dinner – many journalists

d the same. “There was no proposal, Walsh,” he says, careful to keep his voice bored. “I’m sorry to say you won’t be

her,” Walsh snaps, “I know she’s got you wrapped around my girl’s manipulative little finger.”

indness that he couldn’t imagine how her father ever got the impression that she was manipulative.

henever she decides it’s time for you to propose – and believe me, she will – I’ll be expecting your call.”

thinking.

uly ready to deal with the headache of further mingling of his own pack with John Walsh’s.

ter, Victor comes out of the office to a nearly-empty house. Rafe and Bridgette are upstairs, but everyone else has cleared out beside Burton and Beta Stephen, w

auses to let either object, but neither does, “then I suggest we all go to bed and get some sleep. Thank you both so much for your help o

watching them go, relishing the silence of the kitchen for a moment and then pouring himself a small glass of whiskey to enjoy on the walk home.

miles as his family shout greetings to him, waving or rushing over, Archie jumping happily at his feet. A few minutes ago all Victor had wanted was peace and quiet, but he realizes, now, that this is what he really wants.

it of joyful chaos

ow are you,” Evelyn asks, coming close and wrapping arms around his waist as she looks up at him. He drapes his arms casually

ted that we’re not engaged.”

ppointed that he won’t be getting the crazy bridal price that he’d ask of you.”

hs. “How did you know?”

ant something to eat?”

d – Burton had already fed h

onestly,” Victor says, “I just want to go to

, bringing it over to him.

ke this,” she says, pressing it in to his hand, “and go up to bed. And then when I’ve tuck

at her. “I thought you said you wouldn’t keep whiskey in the house,” he says, “because it’

“That is my policy. No gross liquids in my home. But for you? We make an

e gives him a swift kiss

wakes Victor and Evelyn by running

ps for him on the floor right beside her.

pacing.

und her at the little dog.

f, turning to look toward the window, from which a curious orange glow emits. Then, gasping, he throws himself out of bed and towards the glass panes that offer a view across th

c.

the yard.

gulfed in fla