Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 49

Victor’s car pulls along the gravel drive of the Walsh family home, a palatial estate in the British Georgian theme. The wheels of the car crunch to a stop and Victor’s Beta steps out first, surveying the scene and checking for threats. Seeing none, he signals Victor to come forward.

Victor steps out of the car, buttoning his suit coat as he straightens up. He has only brought two Betas on this trip, an appropriate number for a friendly visit to an allied Alpha’s home. But in his gut, Victor knows that it’s all show. This is no friendly visit.

Evelyn and the boys were distracted today, thank god. She has volunteered at their new school before the Thanksgiving break to help with some kind of pageant. Victor assumed he’d find out about it when he saw it.

elia was home, but didn’t seem to care where he was going. Vic

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lpha Walsh,” Victor says, offering the tiniest of bows to this man who is, politically at least, his equal. But Victor knows their shared history and knows that Walsh holds the events of five years ago against hi

heading into the shade of the hallway. It’s barely an invitation, but Victor nods and enters. “You’ll have to forgive me,” Walsh says over his shoulder. “There are no refreshments

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this embarrassing business was closed, after you humiliated me five years ago in the media. With those pictures of Evelyn. Making it very clear what you were up to the night after her weddi

say that he wished it never happened, but…now that he knows the results, he realizes that the old line is a lie.

at Walsh. He figured tha

re fine boys. I can’t regret them.”

from good enough stock. Are you sure they are yours? You know, of course, that the marriage between Evelyn and Joyce was consummated.”

s undeniable.”

me, I had nothing. Still, it looks like that little b***h finally did something right.”

this, again shocked. His instinct is immediately to jump to Evelyn’s defense, but he stay

dead in the eye. “That you’re keeping Evelyn on your property? Out back, in a second house?”

t a better look at John Walsh. Hearing about the boys’ existence was one thing – Walsh surely had spies – but this level of detail…it shouldn’t be possible.

nderstand this man and his methods. “They live in their own home on my property.”

derstand me. Evelyn and I are sharing responsibilities raising the boys.”

h laughs at Victor, low and mocking. “You fool,” he says, shaking his head. “If you had any wits about you

se within him. “Evelyn is an excellent mother,” he says. “The boys are devoted to her.”

hey’re young.”

have changed. He regrets, suddenly, his cruelty to her, his shortsightedness.

ial to those boys’ life, to…” Victor stops himself,

with you. I had great hopes for her.”

e. If you’re wise, you’ll do the same.”

protect, to defend –

use you’re stupid enough to let her through your door doesn’t mean you have a damn word to say to me. I called you here today as a courtesy, to let you know my plans. I won’t take such disrespect.”

alsh is right – he is a guest in this man’s home, no matter how loathsome he acts. And Walsh still has information that Victor needs.

ooking at Victor sternly. “Now, to the matter at hand. I’ve called you here to tell you that if you don’t acknowledge those boys, and don’t do it fast, I will.”

pales at this. How could he have not

s banished and their union was dissolved. But it yielded no pups, though I ensured that they tried.” He sneers here, the contempt for his second daughter clear on his face.

the word, full of sarcasm, “of giving you the right to claim them first, as their father.”

ntions, but Walsh continues without letting him speak.

will take them as my own bastard heirs. And” Walsh glares here, ensuring Victor is paying attention, “I will use every resource at my disposal to en

hem declared as soon as I am able. Thank you for your consideration on this matter.”

ods sharply and heads for the door, knowing that Walsh watches every

Who is your source?”

ughs at him and doesn’t provide an

d teeth. It seeps out like poison.

ou can’t even control your own household.”

or feels himself go rigid and stands adamant, demanding an answe

“It just takes one wild b***h to ruin a pack, Kensington. The sooner you figure that out, the safer you’ll be.”

om the room.

b***h.

s home. And only one would ever, for the life of her, contact John Walsh to tell hi