Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 23
The next morning, Betas who hustle about Victor’s kitchen as he enters it, making phone calls, surveying the sight-lines from the kitchen and living room. “Good,” he says, nodding.
“Good morning, baby,” Amelia purrs, pressing a hot cup of coffee and cream into his hand and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Victor glances at her and nods, gesturing to the Beta pack leader to come over.
“Thanks for coming early, Edgar,” Victor says. “I want two teams working at all times – one on surveillance of the house, the other doing reconnaissance. I want answers. This can never happen again.”
there myself –“
missing it. “The amount of protection you supplied yesterday matched my commands. However, situations have changed – I should have adjust
Should I prepare…”
u should prepare your team to protect the two boys at all times. They are my sons, and I will acknowledge th
om raising just a little bit.
mother, too, full protection.” Victor continues. “Her name is Evelyn Walsh, though she changed it to Ortega when she went Rogue. They’re living in the property out back,” he says, gesturing towards the back windows. “I
“Yes sir.”
s?”
ys.
I’ll take the reconnaissance team with me to the office to start research.”
smiles at her, putting an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll see you tonight, baby?” she asks.
s. “I’m going to drop in and see the boys when I come back from the office,” he replies. “But I’ll be home for dinner.” Amelia gives him a smile as Victor puts h
e house, Victor at their tail.
about her? About where she comes from?”
s. “She comes fr
of Walsh, though I didn’t know he had another daughter. Especially a Rogue daughter. Do you
ust spit it out?”
secret from him, like she did from you? Is there any possibility…”
Victor wanted his sons. Family was everything.
hank you, Amelia,” Victor says, giving her a swift kiss and heading out the door. “T
nd closing the door behind him, a smirk on her cherry lips.
op it into the sizzling pan before crouching down so that I’m on eye-level with my boy.
and I note that his throat is inflamed. “What hurts?” I ask.
rubbing his eyes. “And I am all hot.” Ugh, great, a stomach bug.
n flushed and grumpy. “Do you feel sick too, sweetie?”
tions. Upstairs, pajamas on. We’re getting you to bed.”
to wait – it’s nothing but chicken soup tonight. As I move to the cabinet to bring down a can of soup, the back door opens and Victo
say.
, confused. “What? It’s my house.”
live here, I pay rent. I have rights.”
. “Where are the boys.”
What’s wrong?”
well – it’s probably just a bug –“
fevers?” He m
take their temperature?!”
or!” I chase him to the staircase. “I’ve barely had time to breathe,
a question.
of the gesture. I wave a hand at him even though he can’t see me anymore and head back into the kitchen, opening the soup and pouring it into a pot to heat quickly. Ten minutes later, wi
boys’ room, the plastic thermometer in his hands. “No, daddy,” Ian says, whining. “It doesn’t go under my tongue, it goes in my ear.”
ooo,” Alvin cries, his
I say, putting the tray down and taking the thermometer out of Victor’s hands. “They’re right, it’s
ly worried.
ke his as well. “But not too high.” Alvin’s temperature matches Ian’s as it always does. Another solid
le moans of protest.
rk. “What do we do?”
, shaking my head at him. “They’re just going to lay here for a couple of hours, they’ll be fin
says, shaking his head. “I’ll stay. They need me.”
some food in them.” I gesture towards the soup, and he picks up a bowl, sitting on the edge of Ian’s bed. I watch him, smiling a little, as he lifts a spoonful of soup towards Ian’s lips.
trong.”
irection.
leads.
“No!”
Victor,” I scol
ywhere.
t in bed, his face turning ashen.
oh,” I say,
lap, throwing up all over Victor’s Armani shirt and pants.
Ian turns his head, crying softly, to rest against my chest.
at can I do?” H
And a trashcan for Alvin,” I say, pointing at the second twin, whose face has just gone white in the next bed. “He’s next.”