Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 82

Victor doesn’t go home for dinner, though his text to Amelia suggested that he would. Instead, he stays at his club and keeps drinking.

It’s not normally in his nature to be drunk – Victor likes a clear head, solid control over his body. Besides, with his Alpha metabolism, it takes a great deal to get him drunk. Even that night on the couch with Evelyn, she had been giggling after three drinks and he had been nowhere close to as bad.

He had perhaps pretended he was, to himself as well as her, but while she could blame her actions that night on the wine…he had been damn near sober.

he’s doing.

r Bachelorette party. They followed tradition in all things, of course, which in wolf culture means they’re held on the same night so that they could end in The Hunt.

– his hadn’t even started – but Amelia already looked stunning in a short,

, or thumbs-up on any of it. He considers that her attendance of her bachelorette means she’s moving forward with things, and, according to h

th as presumed, then. She had accepted his terms.

er drink. Even if she had accepted it, was pressing on to the wedding…it still didn’t feel right. Victor knows she has something else up her sleeve, and he hates the idea of not knowing what it was.

glass in front of him and Victor takes a hefty gulp from it, ba

the half-empty glass up at eye level to stare at its contents, Victor considers the chess game that he’s found himself in the middle of. At the core o

o rip everything from his hands. He has to fight against it.

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idea in his head, or was it always there?

s no words for it – he’s not sure there are words for it, or perhaps words so ancient they’ve been lost…

he thinking of? He stares into his glass suspiciously. Perhaps he has had

his shoulder, making h

ace of his younger brother, Rafe. Rafe’s face is much like his own, but his eyes wilder, with purple bags beneath t

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ces he knows well – friends, cousins, classmates from his years at school, old teammates from childhood sports. He can’t help but smile to see them all – it’s been years, and he’s been so distracted. So much of Victor’s life is dedicated to his work that h

Rafe squeezes the hand

blazer.

s packed with Victor’s male associates, all dressed fashionably in suits and laughing as they drink and pick at the hors devours passed ar

h fun, Victor,” he says, sarcastic.

, holding back his true response. “This kind of tradition was never really my idea of a good time,” he murmurs.

e, big brother? Whiskey, good times with the guys, and,” he nudges Victor with his elbow, “the good part is yet to come.”

ns his head to look at his brother – really look at him. In some ways, Rafe looks just like him – the genetic similarities run strong in his family. Rafe is also strongly built Alpha stock, with broad shoulders and a powerfully muscled frame. However, Victor h

ps his drink, watching his brother laugh and wondering why he always resented Rafe for taking advantage of that kind of freedom. Perhaps he was a little jealous.

al that he really is. Rafe could do so many great things, but he throws away his time on meaningless pleasures. Victor doesn’t know how Rafe can

ming next.

d to participate in this if Amelia hadn’t insisted it would be “so much fun!”

asked in an elaborate gold-and-green mask, her head topped by a pair of antlers.

the room. These are likewise dressed in whisps of fabric and painted in gold, but they lack their leader’s animalistic qualities. Instead, they’re dressed as flower maidens who carry gold bowls, filled with scented water in which rose petals float.

s the waiter for another.

t you. Let them anoint you, marking you as the sacred vessels you are.” Victor rolls his eyes and accepts his glass from the waiter. The handmaidens do indeed begin working their way around the room, anointing the men by dipping their fingers into the bowl and brushing the water across the

ips her hand in her golden bowl and then brushes her fingers across her own lips.

” With that, she stands on the tips of her toes and presses her lips to Victor’s. Exhaling, Victor surrenders to the tradition, letting her kiss him deeply as the men around him howl with excitement.

smirking at him, Victor growls.

ing a kiss to start The Hunt.

ship, marking her as his own once and for all before their wedding ceremony.

f over to it, glad for the release from his worries. He puts his head back and howls with his friends, who cheer.