Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 155
“Victor!” I cry, pounding down the stairs after him. He’s already at the back door, ready to pull it open and storm out. “Stop!”
He turns on me then, and I can see that he’s working hard to keep a leash on his rage.
I stop dead in my tracks, my eyes going wide, knowing very well that I should not push him.
angerous thing.
n you possibly have to say?”
y, “we can talk about this -”
wo more steps closer so that he his lowering over me.
giveness.
back his head to release that feral sound.
ance back towards the stairs. “The boys –“
me away. “Don’t touch me, Evelyn,” he growls.
nd sorry and terrified, “please, let me tell you how it all came about – let me explain –“
you think you can explain away this kind of betrayal?!”
m me – I would have done anything – I needed the leverage –“
a sneer. “And what about the months after we agreed to coparent, when you were no longer at risk of losing your children,” he says,
king up at him.
. I knew it for months, that I was crossing a line,
about his feelings regarding me.
fair, especially in comparison to someone like Amelia. But at least she didn’t try to play the innocent single mom, so holy that butter won’t melt in her mouth.”
lip. Because that isn’t exactly true, is it? I had been two faced, had let him believe me
irly very early on in our coparenting journey, whereas I betrayed him for months.
nable to look at him, the shame is so rich in my veins.
e behind me.
act like this, not even on his wedding day when he had faced Amelia’s betrayal.
nd Amelia were together longer, I know
em. The room is so quiet that they have no trouble hearing me. “We’re…we’re ta
,” Ian says, concerned, starting to take a few steps do
tor fully loses his grip.
a’s command.
the feeling of a lack of control – of needing to obey –
m, I know.
uickly back up the stairs.
t did that to my sons – I’ve never seen him use an Alpha’s command before –
I was a child –
ther –
er so much that it’s shattering his family, breaking their faith in him as I have broken his.
relax, just a tick.
. I feel my mouth drop open.
d. “There’s –“
self, forgetting just how tenuous his grip on himself is right now.
’t let him go – not when we’ve come so far – when there is such wonderful good between us –
all to my knees at his feet. “Please,” I whi
w he’ll never regret them.
ulate me so that you could have control.”
it’s just not true at all –
it’s a lie – he does, I know in my bones that he love
ever wish to lay eyes on you again.”
st. No, no –
ing to the door. “I’ll give you twenty-four hours. And you will leave my heirs behind.”
atch him
it.
de –
in pieces.
me gone, banished, again Rogue.
going to do?