Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 176
Delia enjoys it a little too much, the sting on her palm when she slaps Joyce across the face.
He growls, his head still snapped to the side, his cheek red with the impact. Delia can see his teeth begin to elongate. God, but he wants to tear her to pieces.
She just grins.
f the banking systems. The locations of the weapons cache.”
force but, indeed, very little money.
oth. The money was easy – simply transferring it from one account to another. The army, on
et a team of Betas to transfer their allegiance to a trio of women who were clearly working on a coup to take the pack. But Evelyn was confident that, if they could
taking their allegiance to John or Joyce too far.
et away with this. Even with the money and the weapons – you’ll never turn the pack against me.”
dead.”
teeth at her then, but Delia just laugh
es over Delia. “Maybe…a little too much.”
,” Delia says, lau
e beeps and a message pops up.
She flicks her eyes to Joyce. “Honestly, Joyce, how many do you need…”
sees what’s on the screen, though.
ou need to see this.”
through the message from one of Joyce’s Betas.
hope that you captured Uncle Joyce and that he is not reading this message. Uncle Joyce, if this is you, can you please give the phone to Aunt Emma? I want to talk to her please.
sed. What the hell?
y.”
t?”
on? What’s on my phone?” Joyce asks, suspicious.
’s Phone: It’s okay, Ian, you found us. What’s up?
mes.
changed and that Victor is attacking my grandpop sometime soon. She said you’d want to know. Okay bye I have to go don’t text me back!
tacking? What the hell was going on?
ng. “In your basement?”
to go. If they’ve got her in the basement – they suspect – everything’s different, now, Delia. We have to get her out.”
t,” Delia says, shooting Joyce a glance, ca
means Victor.
him to find her – she left for a reason. This is what she would do for us. We have to go.”
e they leave, they check one last time to ensure that Joyce is secure.
us when we’re gone. I want to be here for that myself.”
the door, locking it.
out of it.
ure the chair itself couldn’t move.
e kitchen until he feels the sharp corner of the granite countertop hit his back. Then, leaning forward, he slowly – so slowly – begins to rub the duct tape binding his wrists together on the square handle of a lower cabinet.
ling, laborious work. But Joyce smiles when he feels the top edge of the tape snap, just a little tiny bit.
out.
used to play down here as kids – pretending they were the Count of Monte Cristo or Little Dorrit
tle boring.
ghs, staring again at the ceiling. She had known since her conversation with Ian this morning that she would likely end with her here, had counted
d steps in order to save her.
had dismissed her – had marked her as R
e didn’t care about her – because she had betrayed him. Because he couldn’t trust her.
it be a way to begin to rebuild that trust? To give him something he desperately wants – destruction of his rival – as a way to show him that she’s on his side? That she always has been?
e not knowing – the tremendous boredom of waiting to find out. This – she can’t stand.
however rash, and following it through.
ny moves, because there is literal stone and iron holding her back.
essage – even a tiny one – of support.
her eyes. And tries.