Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 172

An hour later, Alvin is buckled into the back seat of the hummer, his hands folded in his lap, his little backpack tucked between his feet. He watches out the window as his father clears up some final instructions with Burton, who with stay with the cottage, and shakes Bridgette’s hand before starting to walk towards the car.

Alvin watches as Rafe gives Bridgette a lingering hug and a small kiss and then, to Alvin’s shock, follows his dad to the car.

Victor climbs into the driver’s seat and Rafe comes around to the passenger’s side, pulling the door open and climbing into the car. Alvin’s mouth drops open as he sees Rafe buckle his belt.

ere?”

turn to look at him in the back seat.

g together.

ng his arms. “What you are doing here, uncle Rafe.”

wide but Victor

r says, turning his attention back to the already-running car and putting it in drive. At his signal, the convoy pulls out onto the road.

in his tone.

s a smirk on his face, as if it might be funny if Alvin did have a problem with him.

out laughing, which just makes Alvin madder.

t was necessary.”

ween them, considering. “So, no matter what,” he asks. “Uncle Rafe has to do what you say? And not do anything to hurt you?”

says as they pull onto the highway. “Nothing to hurt me, or the campaign, or the pack.” He smirks at his brother. “He has

him a dirty look, but says nothing.

ff a bridge.”

at that.

’t trust me. Go easy on me, all right?”

don’t have to do anything you say. I outrank you.”

s curiously at Victor. “Wait, does he outrank me?”

he heir now. You’re just the spare.”

ives into the night.

it’s nearly 1:30 in the morning, and Alvin has indeed fallen asleep in the back. Victor feels slee

e, Rafe hesitates at the door.

turns to him. “Well?” he asks. “Are you coming?”

would have been brashly inserting himself in this circle until I yelled at him to go a

’t get very far in this world, did he? So, I’m trying something new.”

need a little of your wily cleverness on our side.”

forward to join the crew.

p to the cabin. It took forever to get home, mostly because she took bac

hour or two at least.

had asked, pleased and baffled at Cliff’s very specific, very violent, set of

al wave, he had headed back into the bar.

jority of the ride home had been peaceful, silent even. But about fifteen minutes ago

her shoulder. “Looks like Prince Charming is

will open soon, and that this will be his time to spring.

of the car and hurries to the house. Re

wing open the door.

e couch, running towards Delia and wrapping her arms around her. “Oh thank god,” Emma murmurs. “You were gone so long – I thought t

weep over Delia, looking for any injuries, and she softly reaches out a hand to brush at the

Delia says, brushing her hand gently away. “We’ve

ks over Delia’s shoulder and then nods. “Okay. Let’s get starte

the door, Emma grabs a shotgun that Delia hadn’t noticed by the door. It hadn’t

ey walk to the car.

it this morning,” Emma says, looking at her with

the trunk. “Are you ready?” she asks. Emma nods.

trunk open and Emma shoots a round into the air.

eight at whoever opened it –

Emma and Delia had predicted tha

e shakes his head to clear i

ve.

of ropes, tying them around Joyce’s ankles, connecting them with about an eight-inch piece of rope between them so that, once he’s free of the trunk, he can walk in tiny hobbled steps, but certainly

yce flinches forward, ready to comply, but Emma takes another step forward, pressing th

e indispensable to us.”

r.

e can follow her.

just testing their resolve –

bling to his right and then spinning to stare at her.

t, my dear,” Emma says evenly, not blinking as she stares at him. “Next time, I won’t miss.”

e chair.

own to whisper in his ear.

r his shoulder at Emma. “We’re looking forward to having you as our ho