Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins
Chapter 143

"Amelia," Victor growls, leaning forward in his seat. "Your life with me is finished - it is over. You have to get over that."

"It's not you I miss," she hisses, the peaceful and gracious mask that she wore when he sat down totally discarded. "It's the life I worked to build. I have lost everything because of you, Victor. My connections, my status, my home -"

"I have been more then generous, Amelia," Victor says, working to keep his voice even. "You have received a generous severance and you still have your career, which was so important to you. You still have your family - what else could I possibly give you?" "I want my house," she says, leaning back and crossing her arms. "And I want you to break ties with half of the people in our friend group so that I can begin to rebuild my social connections."

Victor laughs at her, shaking his head. "Amelia, me breaking those connections so you can have your friends back would destroy the pack, ruining the lives of so many more people than just you. And you have more than enough money to buy a new house - wherever you want!"

She narrows her eyes at him now. "That's my house, Victor - I put my blood, sweat, and tears into designing that thing." When he just shakes his head at her, she continues. "Why won't you move, then? If houses don't matter? Is it because you have that woman living out back? With her brats? Don't want to uproot them?"

Victor returns her glare, refusing to address the insults she spits out to rile him. "I'm not moving, Amelia. It's my home and the center of operations for my pack. It's not up for discussion."

Amelia growls at him in earnest now, her lips peeling back to reveal her teeth. "You will give me this, Victor. And if you don't, I'll destroy everything you've got."

Victor leans forward now, completely uncowed by her. "You've tried this before, Amelia. It didn't work then. It's not going to work now." With that, he stands up and looks toward the door, buttoning his coat.

"I swear it, Victor. This is your last chance. If you don't give me the life I want I'm coming for you - for your pack, for Evelyn, for those stupid boys -"

At this, Victor's instincts kick in and he lunges for her, swiping the drinks and the silverware off the table, planting his hands on it, growling down at her as his teeth lengthen into fangs. "Try it, Amelia," he snarls, "come for me. See what you get."

Then he pushes himself away from her, forcing his teeth back. She pants, fighting her fear, looking up at him and working to keep her own snarl on her face.

Victor straightens his tie as he looks down on her in judgement. "Evelyn is the only reason you have any of what you have. I was going to reject you from the pack, leave you with nothing after what you did to my children. It was only because of her intervention that I have treated you so kindly since then end of our relationship."

He turns to leave as he finishes. "If you make me regret that kindness, I will take it all."

"I'm going to burn it all down, Victor! I have everything I need to do it!" Amelia calls after him, her chest still heaving with rage and visceral fear and embarrassment. "I'll raze every piece of it!"

"Go ahead and try, Amelia," he calls over his shoulder.

"I'll tell Edgar you say hello!" she replies, but he barely hears her as he pushes through the door.

Victor stalks into his house that afternoon, intent on finalizing some business with Annabeth in order to solidify his pack power and move forward with his plans. He called Amelia's bluff on the pregnancy, but he knows better than to underestimate her.

If she says she has enough to "burn" his life to the ground, then he needs to take action to make sure his borders are tight.

Burton and Beta Stephen meet him in the front hall, nodding as he gestures towards his office.

"Oh, big brother," Rafe says in a sing-song voice as he wheels his chair over from the kitchen. "Don't you have a minute for baby brother?" Rafe gives Victor a nasty smirk, knowing that he's caught him at the most inopportune moment - perhaps even waited for the least convenient moment, just to get under Victor's skin.

Victor sighs and nods to Burton and Stephen, silently letting him know that he'll meet them in the office in a minute. They nod and head through the door as Victor follows Rafe back into the kitchen.

"What do you want, Rafe," Victor says, loosening his tie.

"Just a chat," Rafe says, "about our future here." He folds his hands neatly in his lap.

"Fine," Victor says, throwing his arm out in a gesture that suggests that Rafe should get on with it.

"Bridgette and I have decided that we're going to say in this house," Rafe says, enjoying the sight as his brother's face grows red with rage. "She likes it here, so we're going to stay during the pregnancy. And then when the child is born, after a few months, we'll see how we feel."

"Rafe," Victor says, putting a hand over his eyes in frustration. "You were supposed to stay a few days until you recovered from the wolfsbane. And now you tell me that you're going to stay for months? Maybe years?"

Rafe shrugs, smiling that nasty little smile at him. "Bridgette likes being close to Evelyn, likes the pool. And it's not like you're using the house, so -"

"Rafe," Victor says, losing his temper and slamming his fist onto the kitchen island. "Get out. Get out of my house. Right now."

Rafe just laughs at him, and Victor loses his temper even more. "I'm serious Rafe!" he shouts, feeling his hackles rise. "You betrayed me! Tried to take everything from me! Poisoned me at the second trial, tried to screw me over in the third - tried to steal the pack even though you'd be absolute s**t at leading it -"

"I'm the betrayer?" Rafe says, the smile dropping from his face, anger taking its place. "I betrayed you, Victor?"

"Yes!" Victor says, leaning down to bring his face closer to his brother's. "Because you've always been a jealous, conniving little rat -"

Rafe snarls up at him, snapping his teeth. "You're the one who -"

"What are you even still doing in this chair," Victor snaps, moving behind the chair. Suddenly, he feels about ten years old again, pissed off at his little brother for being such a whiny brat. "You don't have any wolfsbane still in you - you're being ridiculous -" "Victor!" Rafe yells, feeling the chair tilt as Victor pulls it up by the handles and gives it a shake.

"You're just faking it, Rafe - you're fine - you're just too lazy to get up and do anything -"

Rafe shouts as he's tossed to the ground and Victor pushes the chair away from them both.

"Ouch! Victor!" Rafe says, glaring at him from the floor. "I'm sick - I can't believe you just did that to me -"

"You're not sick," Victor says, glaring at his little brother and crossing his arms. "You just want attention and a reason to sit around all day feeling sorry for yourself!"

Rafe opens his mouth to say more when a voice comes down the stairs.

"What is going on down there??"

Rafe and Victor look up to see Evelyn and Bridgette standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at them with shocked expressions. Victor purses his lips, embarrassed to be caught losing his temper and acting like a little kid. Rafe feels no such shame, and points a finger at Victor. "He did it!" Rafe shouts, "he tipped me out of my chair."

Bridget gasps and makes a move to hurry down the steps, but Evelyn grabs her hand before she can get far. "Just a minute, Bridge," she says. Then, dropping the hand, Evelyn takes a few steps back into the hall, disappearing from Victor's sight. When she comes back, she's carrying a medium-sized black vase.

Without a hint of her plans, Evelyn leans over the banister and drops the vase down to the floor, aiming, apparently, for Rafe. Bridgette screams and Rafe shouts, scrambling to his feet and away, just as the vase crashes about two feet from where he was sitting. A beat passes and then Victor, Rafe, and Bridgette all slowly turn to Evelyn, agape.

"What?" she says, looking them all evenly in the eyes. "It wasn't going to hit him. And now we know that he can walk."

Victor and Bridgette turn their gazes to Rafe, who glares at Evelyn and shakes his head, angry to have fallen for her trick.

"Baby!" Bridgette says, scurrying down the stairs and over to him. "I'm so glad! You're healed!" She throws her arms around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder, laughing with joy.

"Yes," Rafe says, still glaring up at Evelyn. "It's a miracle. Isn't it."

Evelyn skips down the stairs, gives Victor a kiss on the cheek, and then smiles prettily at Rafe as she heads for the back door. "Be careful when you clean that up," she says casually to Rafe, gesturing towards the broken pottery. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." With that, Evelyn flounces out of the house as the family watches her, a small smile tugging at the corner of Victor's mouth.