Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 153
A few hours later, in the early light of dawn, Victor and I lurch back into the cottage. I consider the calm peace of this space, which is so close to Victor’s house but now feels like a separate world. It’s almost bizarrely quiet here after such commotion all morning.
Victor and I stayed through it all – stayed to watch the firetrucks put out every ember, stayed to ensure that Rafe, Bridgette, and Burton all got into cars and were taken safely to a nearby motel. We stayed to ensure that all of the Betas were safe and those deemed non-essential – now that there was no house to guard – were transported back to the training facility.
I certainly stayed to ensure that Victor apologized profusely to the poor Beta he had punched – just a kid, really, on one of his first assignments. The boy took it well, smiling ruefully at Victor, saying he’d taken worse from his brothers at home. The two parted as friends but I intended to see that he got a large bonus in his next paycheck.
went home ourselves.
e running along with them.
a fierce hug.
nd working to lick my face. Victor lifts Alvin up in his, holding him close.
” Ian asks, his voice muffled
was hurt.”
ders to look into his face. Victor nods to him.
omeone set
his face quite grave, only about an hour ago. “Do you two have any idea
scovery could turn something up.”
ailure or malfunction. We’re still looking for evidence of it, but in cases like this?”
ed between the two of us c
you now in case you need to take extra steps to defend yourself, which can never hurt. But we’ll get the full analysis to you in a few days.”
etting him go.
us are wary. Beyond the Chief’s analysis, it’s too coincidental for the house of an Alpha pack leader to randomly burn down like this.
evidence of faulty wiring or something equally innocuous. Looking into Victor’s face, I know he shares my suspicions.
o be patient and let them do their jobs.”
it?” Ian says, attempting to p
him off me and standing up. “It’s too late – or early –“ I sigh, putting a hand to my forehead. “Whatever it is, we’re too tired. And the firefighters are still doing their work. You can look from your window upstairs.”
steps, eager to see.
the stairs. My eyes snap to them, suspicious. “Boys?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
e air, Archie doin
curious.
Me
tbeat ratchets up immediately. “Smoke?” I demand
at me. “No, and it’s…older. From a
wns. “I don’t smell anything,” he says.
p,” Ian says, pointing up at his father’s face. “From all the fire smells.”
onceding that it could be true. I to
y. But there doesn’t seem to be anything out of place.
th a little shrug, wh
hand through his hair.
climb into the shower together.
pite that, though, this is – quite frankly – the least s****l shower I’ve ever taken with a lover. We are too tired to do anything but apply soap to each other’s bodies and hair, gently washing the soot and the te
a fresh set of pajamas and roll into bed. Victor groans, climbing in next to me.
my hand on his chest, ready to sleep for a hundred hours – a thousand – when suddenly a sound interrupts us.
old rotary phone rin
from my