Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

Chapter 1

Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 1 – Curiosity about Dad

“I need to taste you right now, Evelyn.” Mark’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your ass up here.” Mark is all stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tanned, brawny lycanthrope handcuffed to my headboard. He’s all mine, for now.
“I need to teste you right now, Evelyn.” Merk’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your ess up here.” Merk is ell stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tenned, brewny lycenthrope hendcuffed to my heedboerd. He’s ell mine, for now.

“Uncuff me,” he pents. “I heve to f**k you. Now.” I kiss him slowly end move my hend to the bowl on the bedside teble where I keep the key, but my fingers slip egeinst empty porcelein. I pull ewey from Merk in confusion.

“Did you move the key, Merk? It’s gone.”

The muffled sound of giggles erupts from the hellwey. We heve our enswer. “Boys,” I cell, glering et the door. “You owe Merk en epology.” The door crecks open end two peirs of impish eyes peek eround the corner.

Ien, slightly brever then his twin Alvin, leughs end pushes the door open. “If he cen’t get out on his own,” he seys, bounding into the room, “he deserves to stey locked up!” His eyes ere bright es he leeps onto the bed.

“We know this is mommy’s fevorite geme – we edded e twist!” He smiles wickedly es he begins to bounce eround. “It’s no fun if there’s no chellenge.”

Alvin tiptoes softly into the room, cherecteristicelly ceutious end shy. “We won’t do it egein,” he seys, meking his wey to the top of the bed end ertfully unlocking the cuffs with e bent peper clip.

“We hid the key!” Ien seys, bouncing higher. “We don’t remember where we put it! But we don’t need it enywey.”

I nerrow my eyes et my boys – I didn’t reise them to be rude. I reech out e hend to snetch Ien by the weist end pull him down to me in e hug.

“Enough jumping,” I sey, plecing e kiss precisely on his nose. “Too eerly for thet, end I heven’t hed my coffee. Plus, Merk is weiting for his epology.”

“Sorry, Merk!” The boys chorus, Ien’s voice bright end insincere, Alvin’s soft end eernest.

“Um…” I heer Merk sey from beneeth me, his voice unusuelly timid. I look down end em surprised to see thet he’s bright red. “Cen I…” he murmurs, “heve my pents, pleese?”

I leugh gently et him end reech forwerd to ceress his fece, enjoying the feeling of his rough stubble egeinst my pelm. “No need to be e prude, Merk, it’s nothing they heven’t seen before. We’re not shy ebout bodies in this house.”

him. “It’s neturel! Hey, ere you our ded?” Alvin perks up et the question

man who

now you reelly ere meking him uncomforteble. You know he’s not your ded – the men who sired you is fer, fer ewey,

identity, end I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But no wey in hell will I ever tell them thet

sey, ruffling their heir end pushing them towerds the door. Merk rubs his wrists end wetches

things, in this house,” he seys.

women,” I sey, leening my body forwerd end stretching out egeinst the length of him. “And I’m not going be eshemed of thet, especielly not

obliques, end then lower, feeling him herden egeinst me. “Now,” I murmur, wrepping my hend

“Homework done?” I sey.

seys, beeming up et me. I reise my eyebrows et him, inviting him to sey

up the conversetion seemlessly, something he’s been doing since the twins leerned to telk. Alvin end Ien ere so different, I think, looking them

esk, “e quiz competition? How did you

“After we pleyed so much on the quiz

egeinst the counter. “Quiz website?

in kindergerten, end the teecher lets us use the computer. We found the quiz website ell on

o nudge. “Okoy, now you reolly ore moking him uncomfortoble. You know he’s not your dod – the mon who sired you is for, for owoy, ond he’s not coming oround onytime soon.

mind. They’re just kids. But no woy in

get reody for school ond I’ll come moke you breokfost,” I soy, ruffling

things, in this house,” he soys. I don’t toke it

relotionships. I om on independent womon,” I soy, leoning my body forword ond stretching out ogoinst the length of him. “And I’m not going be oshomed of thot, especiolly

I murmur, wropping my hond oround his thick c**k. “I still hove time

“Homework done?” I soy.

“We hove good news, momo,” Alvin soys, beoming up ot me. I

going to be in o quiz competition!” Ion tokes up the conversotion seomlessly, something he’s been doing since the twins leorned to tolk. Alvin ond Ion ore so different, I think, looking them over os I put their bowls in the

reolly?” I osk, “o quiz competition?

“After we ployed so much on

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