Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 87
“No, no!” Amelia says, skittering across the driveway. “That box goes on top of the packages,” she says, a big smile pasted on her face as she redirects a Beta. “Very delicate things in that one.”
The driveway is chaos, I think, as I stand with my arms folded across my chest. My two boys and I are each standing at the edge with our one little suitcase each, watching as Amelia packs three busloads of wedding supplies into a fleet of vans.
Victor stands across the drive, surveying everything but largely letting Amelia take the lead. When the final box disappears into the final van, she claps her hands and gives a little squeal.
ing! We’re ready to go!”
away to the house, staying behind.
that group.
Encouraged, Edgar picks me up off my feet and spins me around a little.
e.
e Walsh reconnaissance, and honestly, I’ll feel better knowing I’m doing something to help you.”
n, putting a mittened hand on his cheek. “You’re too good to me,” I say, knowing the truth of the statement
of our mistake that night. She was pissed that he didn’t find her during the hunt, I know, but he told her that he was just too drunk and went home to sleep it off. The Betas, if they know anything, are keeping silent.
knows, frankly. We can just mo
eserve the best,” Edgar says, catching m
oftly so the boys don’t hear me. “Let’s talk more about…next steps. I think I want
ant to move out of the cottage,” I say, nodding towards my happy little home. “Move somewhere more private. Where you and I can build a life.”
at. “Nothing would make me happier. I can’t wait.”
way and heads into the house.
hing us. I meet his gaze levelly for a moment before turning to my boys. I find that they’re watching me too.
between them and Victor, frustrated by all this surveillance.
boys towards the waiting van, which we’ll be taking with Victor and Amelia.
t mansion set against a waterfall, with sweeping terraces and a professional staff used to catering to the rich and famous. Gloriously beautiful and, I presume, incredibly expe
personally blow hundreds of thousands of dollars on a wedding, but Amelia always has the best.
, again, to be in the party bus that took us camping. Victor climbs in after us, looking content to see Amelia and the boys content. I fold myself into a corner of the van, pulling o
y from this event as I can.
o the Beta at the front
the radio pinned to his shoulder and then, slowly, the van starts to pull out of the drive, one of a caravan
, her excitement making her uncharacteristically nice to my boys.
armly, leaning forward so that she is eye level with him. “Thank you, Ian,” she says.
for it now. There’s nothing the boys hate more than being mistaken for one anothe
n nose. Unfortunately, he’s right – poor Amelia is having a breakout.
being replaced immediately with a scowl.
.
ust said –“
er. Amelia stares between the two of the twins, realizing her mistake. She spins her head back to Victor, still expecting further reprimand. But he merely raises an eyebrow
pect me to punish the right one,” he says, a little laughter in his voice, “when you still don’t know w
leans back against her bench. I can’t help but smirk a little and hide my face behind my bo
om the front seat. “Let the wedding events begin!”
uff a frustrated sigh. She’s right, I think, peeking over the top of my book at Victor, who I find to be staring at
long ride.