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.

“This is the second time your lies have ruined my life. First,

you to have a f*****g press conference. You could have, I don’t know, woken me up and

square off against each other, standing almost literally

my life, Evelyn! Keeping my children from me, my sons! I knew you were willful, Evelyn, but you’ve gone too far.” Victor

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

at me, short and bitter. “They are my sons, Evelyn. There is no wolf alive who could smell them and not know they are of me. Who

my ass hits the table, which slides backwards. “Have stolen from me my rights as their

my voice. I raise my voice to cover it, willing courage into my words.

says, confusion entering his face for the

building, “While I was

were expelled? You’re…you’re

didn’t know. It’s your pack, Victor, isn’t it? You know everything that goes on in it?” I

frowns again, but his anger has abated

accusation at him. “You never picked up! What, Vic. Too busy to check your voicemails? Or what, can’t

off, thinking. “My secretaries…they

scoff and stand up from the table, straightening my skirt and brushing back my hair. “Whatever, Victor, I don’t want to hear your excuses. The fact is, those children were born to a lone female wolf outside of

children were conceived in

you found me after I had been expelled and continued the affair? Face it, Victor, you have no proof – and no rights here.” I turn the handle on the

at me. “You always have been – ever since the first night I

have lied to him, betrayed him, kept him from his sons. But I’m not fake – every choice I made, from the moment I walked out of Joyce’s room

shaking the insult off and pulling the door open. He’s