Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 2 – Betray

Two years ago

I was an Alpha’s daughter, sheltered and petted, and had just yesterday married my childhood friend. Joyce had always been sweet to me, so I thought he would be a good husband. Little did I know, he had a cruel streak that was going to destroy my whole world. Just after our wedding day.

“You know, Evelyn,” he says, interrupting me and taking a step closer so that he’s glaring down at me. “I really thought a girl like you – you know, a pretty girl, a noble girl, would be trained to please her husband. I am so…disappointed. To find that you’re not.”

My eyes instantly fill with tears. “Joyce,” I whisper “What did I –“

He comes close to me so that I can smell the whiskey on his breath. “f*****g you,” he whispers, “is like f*****g a dead fish. You just lay there” he grits his teeth, “like a piece of meat. I wanted a wife to meet my needs, and now I’m tied to you, you pathetic, whiny little pup, forever.”

Joyce turns away from me and walks to the window, shaking his head. “What a waste.” I am shocked and mortified. I stand in the middle of the room, wearing only my lacy thong and my stilettoes, trembling as tears stream down my face.

“We’ve only had one night,” I whisper. Should I have known what to do? I was so scared – I’ve lived such a sheltered life and, of course, came to my wedding bed a virgin to honor my husband.

Joyce laughs and won’t look at me. “Once was enough.”

“I can,” I murmur, “I can…get better…”

Joyce turns to me, snarling. Suddenly he’s in front of me, wrapping his hand against my throat, pushing me backwards until my back hits the wall. “You can’t get better,” he spits out, “because you don’t have it in you.”

“You’re a f*****g wolf, Evelyn” his teeth are fully bared now. “A wolf, and you f**k like a rabbit. I thought I would wake it up in you when I took you to bed, but you were…pathetic.” He snaps out the last word. I can feel his spittle drip down my cheek.

I drop to my knees, sobbing and gasping. I always knew Joyce was powerful and proud,

“Joyce, I’m sorry – I didn’t know! I’ll do anything you want –

to my feet. “You can’t change what you are, you omega f*****g bitch.” He drags me across the room and hurls me into the closet

light coming from a crack between the two French doors. I

pleases an Alpha.

a woman’s laugh! – and the sound of footsteps. Two figures come

woman’s head back by her hair, exposing her throat. He runs his sharp teeth down the length of her neck and she laughs, running her hands down my husband’s chest, stomach, lower –

into Joyce’s pants and she groans. He growls and kisses

up to unbuckle his belt. Joyce takes a step back so that he leans against the footboard of our bed and

me yesterday at my wedding. I fall back into the closet, unable to watch

– I wipe the tears off my face with the palms of my hands, trying to put my world back together. Was it a nightmare? It must have been, except…it was so far beyond anything my mind could have created,

on

chest and my veins. Rage, anger, power. I have been

as I discover that what I want is

husband wanted to teach me how to please him, but what he really awoke in me was something more powerful: my own Alpha nature. It has been sleeping inside me, but now it’s

the hanger and slip it on.

had intended to wear tonight when Joyce and I returned from the Alpha party. This

I find a bobby pin and bend it into the right shape, working it into the lock and quickly turning the tumblers to release myself. I smirk as I walk