Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 242

Betas pull open the doors to the detainment facility and Victor strides through, Ian buzzing with excitement at his side. Victor glances down at the boy to see that he’s looking around at everything, as fascinated and thrilled as any kid at Disney World. Victor smirks, wondering if it’s the Alpha pup in Ian’s little soul that makes him fascinated by the work of running a pack, or just a quirk of his nature.

“Where are the prison parts,” Ian asks, his voice hushed with awe as they enter a white room with several Betas moving around behind a desk, guns strapped to their shoulders.

“Through that door,” Victor replies, taking Ian’s hand and pointing to a white door in the corner.

any prisoners do you have? Like, 500?”

er to his lips, asking Ian for quiet while he conducts his business. Ian nods, determined to comply and hoping he can manage it.

desk and Victor has a swift conversation with his Betas. They were exp

been with him for five years or more and who have a spotless reputation.

s justice.

and he takes Ian along with him, the boy’s hand secure

nd, which has six white doors pressed shut into four white walls.

en in black and white stripes peering through them.”

is father. “Grandpapa had iron bars in his basement jail and we got out of that really easy. This one is much cooler.”

matter at hand as the door locks behind them. Another nod to the Beta before them confirms that it’s time, and Victor and

nt to push the butto

e all around his brown irises. There’s absolutely nothing more he wants to do in the world than push his button. Reverently, he nods his head.

t them.

the coolest place in the whole world. I love it here.”

he keeps his focus on Walsh. “How are you, John,” Victor asks peacefully.

his place? Not precisely good parenting, I think.”

and before raising his eyes to hold his prisoner’s gaze. “Not that I’d take parenting advice from you any way, Walsh.”

in confinement has made this Alpha restless, angry, eager to get out by any means. Precisely the right mood for negotiation, at least from Victor’s side.

you enjoying your stay?” Vic

. “I have been in here for weeks with no contact with my wife or my forces – I have rights –“

your war, you lost your pack. They’re mine now. You are, officially, a wolf under my jurisdiction, and I decide your rank as well as your fate.”

“You cannot –“

“It is done,” Victor snaps, his voice definitive, and Walsh takes a step back, shocked a

He hoped, fervently, that it was next week.

o the boy. “What do you think, Ian? Will you enjoy taking over your grandfather’s pack?”

father with shining eyes, but he jumps and gives a little shout of fear when something slams against the plastic partition betwee