Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 254

“Evelyn,” Victor says seriously, “I want you to have a say in what happens to them if you want a say in what happens to them. This pack belongs to both of us now, and it’s a big decision. But I’ll defer to you. If you tell me that you want nothing to do with it, then I’ll take whatever action I think is best.”

I nod, considering it, grateful in my heart that he’s offering me the choice. It’s certainly nothing my father never offered my mother – indeed, never anything I’ve heard an Alpha ever offer a Luna. But how many of these chats happened in the dark of night, in bed, with an Alpha seeking his mate’s advice?

There was so much I didn’t know about how all of this was done.

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ed them released, hypotheticall

likely seek revenge. So there would be stipulations on their freedom, and they would always – always have guards on them. They’d never really be free.”

rmur, though my mind is elsewhere, on a much darker questio

ws I’m not finished, and he’s not letting himself drift off to sleep, as he probably wants to.

and glancing up at him. “What if I said that…I wanted them…”

rdly able to voice it.

n, Evelyn,” he whispers to me, understanding. “It’s all right.”

aid I wanted them dead?”

tor is quiet for a moment

ck of my mind, that Alphas weighed these kinds of decisions as part of their roles at the head of their pack. But never, ever had I considered that it would be something I would have on my own pl

ittle. “Sorry, I don’t even know if that’s the ri

tor says evenly. “If it hadn’t been an act of war, things would be different. But they declared war on me – they knew what they were risking.”

t the ceiling. Victor lets me, his fingers resting gently on the skin of my arm to let me know t

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ing it…

er and Joyce are, that they’ve never brought anything but sorrow to anyone in

Victor, and our future children if – well. That’s a line of thinking for another time, I consider, though a hand drifts low on my stomach.

a killer, to let them live? Who, really, would pay the price for that empathy – my children?

rue gift to the world, and to my children – be to w

are taking me down a dark path I’m not sure I ever wanted to be on.

ctor says, taking my hand and giving it

m. “No, Victor. You shouldn’t have to carry this by yourself.”

strong, but to expect one person to carry this just to spare me from it means I’m making him walk down the path alo

rmly, and I see a little proud smile form on his lips. I hesitate for a second, though, th

tting myself be comforted by his rich warm scent. “They’re safe, and contained. We can take as long as we need on this decision.”

I’m not sure we can make this decision alone.”

hums curiously, pulling back a littl

my sister what they think. I can’t…I can’t decide the fates of their husbands without knowing what they want.”

I’m not finished.

em,” I assure him. “I just…can’t leave them out of the loop. Do you understand?”

elyn,” he says warmly, “of course I understand. It’s right. Take time to talk to them, and

aith.

and I fall into a steady sleep.

letely unaware, of cours

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