Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 151

I dash into the boys room, waking them as gently as I can in my frantic state. Archie comes with me, barking at my heels.

“Boys,” I say as they rub their eyes and groan. “Quickly – you’re safe, but I need you to move.”

They respond quickly, their faces grave as they pull themselves out of bed and slide their slippers onto their feet. Taking each by the hand, I pull them down the stairs, the dog following behind. Victor is already by the back door, looking out.

bling. “What’s wrong?”

re’s a fire, baby,” I say, trying to peer beyond V

seriousness and confidence on my face to calm them. “Daddy and I are going to go up and see if we

here, the radio on his shoulder buzzing with communication from the other Betas up by the house.

communicates that I’m putting my entire world in his hands.

my life.”

ank you, Frank,” I murmur, kissing each boy on the head before giving them a lit

t out the back door and up to the house.

it an attack?”

he butler. “Are you

away from his face. “I woke up to smoke everywhere – luckily, I am on the first floor – mademoiselle Bridgette; monsieur Rafe –“

ng around for them. “Are they still i

rs. He looks to me, worried. Apparently he has received the same news at the same moment.

e by the shoulders, “the fire department is on its way –

o go.

t, too-brief hug, pressing a kiss to my head. “No matter what happens, Evelyn,” he says, holding me at arms length, “you stay out here. No one is to enter – the Betas have o

sing his elbow to his nose as he pushes through the back door. I watch him go – there ar

ir bedroom.” I nod, thinking, of course, that that makes sense.

ck door, I have a very slight view of the living room beyond. And there, on the floor, just by the couch, I see a light curl of golden hair.

a hand – its delicate finger

in motion.

es call out behind me as I sprint for the back door, but I don’t process what they’re saying as I push myself over the threshold. The smoke is thick now, roiling above me – and it’s hot, so terribly, achingly hot –

ouch as I move swiftly towards the living room, coughing as the smo

wn on the floor –

r onto her back.

of the room.

s**t –

in the kitchen yet.

rows ever thicker, beginning to fill the room. I see something moving out of the corner of my eye, towards the door, but I can’t

move towards my determination to get Bridgette out –

my body going out beneath me as I fall back on my butt. st, st –

breath. Suddenly, I look around the room, noting that it’s not just smoke anymore. Instead, flames lick at the ceiling, black smoke roiling over them, coming ever closer.

reath of air – just one –

far –

a light sweat building on her brow –

e tiling is hot beneath me. Is the fire somehow below us as well? It must be, it’s everywhere –

or the door, to go –

r some perverse reason, of Victor – and I let out a little cry, pulling myself just a

ck to Bridgette, my sister-in-law, this woman, her baby –

leave this house, knowing she’ll die.

stuck – unable to escape, unable to get her out by myself –

ts to come down around me.