Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 6 – Fight Starts

Alvin and Ian look around between Victor and I, beginning to put things together. They’re smart, after all. “You know each other!” Ian says, beaming at me. “Cool!”

Alvin turns his face to me, not relinquishing his grip on his father’s leg. “We like him, Mama! Can he be our uncle, like Mark?” Heat rises to my face. If only they knew how ironic that question is.

“Victor, I -“ I begin, but he interrupts me.

“Evelyn. We need to talk. Now.” His arms are crossed formidably across his chest, a sharp contrast to the two boys sweetly clinging to him.

I nod and bite my lip. “Come on, boys,” I say, putting my hands out to them. They slowly unwind themselves from Victor’s legs and com over to me. I take each by the hand and crouch down so my face is level with theirs. “Give me and Victor a moment, please. Are you hungry? There are some snacks over there.” I point towards the craft services table.

They nod and begin to make their way over to the food, waving to Victor as they go. “Bye, Uncle Victor!”

“We’ll see you soon!”

“Victor…” I say, standing and preparing myself for his rage. But I stop short, again, surprised by the tenderness I see on his face as he watches the boys run away.

“You’re good with them,” he says, watching the two boys grab four donuts, one for each hand.

I shrug. “They’re my sons.”

His face darkens as he looks at me. “Our sons, Evelyn. Come.”

He nods to his Beta – god, it’s been years since I’ve seen someone with a Beta – who gestures towards an open door. We enter the room, which is plain and mostly empty, like an interrogation chamber. Great.

do this, Evelyn,” Victor surprises me, grabbing me roughly by the arm as soon as he closes the door. “This is the second time your lies have ruined my life. First, you’re responsible for my embarrassment at that f*****g

I say, returning his glare and pulling my arm away. “No one told you to have a f*****g press conference. You could have, I don’t know, woken

square off against each other, standing almost

Keeping my children from me, my sons! I knew you

say, baring my teeth. “My sons.” I am ready to rip him to shreds at the implication that my boys – my life – belong in some

who could smell them and not know they are of me. Who could not look

ass hits the table, which slides backwards. “Have

my voice to cover it, willing courage into my words. “You are the one

says, confusion entering his face

the wilderness,” I continue, my rage building, “While I was pregnant,

expelled?

your pack, Victor, isn’t it? You know everything that goes on in it?” I mock him here,

again, but his anger has abated slightly.

“You never picked up! What, Vic. Too busy to check your voicemails? Or what, can’t accept calls from your

thinking. “My

children were born to a lone female wolf outside of a pack,” I narrow my eyes at him, superior in my knowledge of my rights. “And there’s no law that says a rogue can’t raise her

children were conceived in

him. “After all, if I’m such a slut, who would believe you that they were conceived that night? Who wouldn’t believe that you found me after I had been expelled and continued the affair? Face

Victor hurls the insult at me. “You always have

betrayed him, kept him from his sons. But I’m not fake – every choice I made, from the moment I walked

insult off and pulling the door open. He’s got nothing on