Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 8 – Protect our Mom!

“Mama!” shouts Alvin, turning the corner and seeing Evelyn collapse on the floor. Her face is pale, her brown hair spread around her.
“Mama!” shouts Alvin, turning the corner and seeing Evelyn collapse on the floor. Her face is pale, her brown hair spread around her.

Ian lets out a shriek and runs past his brother, throwing himself across the room towards Evelyn. Victor intercepts him halfway, catching Ian by the waist on instinct and holding him back. Victor reaches for Alvin as well, but misses. Alvin skids on his knees to his mother’s side, pushing back her hair. “Mama?!” he cries.

“Alvin, stay back!” Victor calls after him, looking over Evelyn to make sure that she’s breathing. She is – peacefully, at that. She’s just fainted a little, too much emotional strain. Victor continues to hold back the thrashing Ian, who won’t do his mother any good climbing all over her.

“You hurt our mother! You are a BAD man!” Ian shrieks, fighting to get out of Victor’s grasp.

“What did you do to her!?” Alvin sobs, beginning to bare his teeth and betraying his usually-gentle nature. “You are a bully! You are bad!”

Victor opens his mouth to call the boy away from Evelyn but realizes, suddenly, that he doesn’t yet know his name. “Come…” he stutters, “come here…son.” Victor curses himself, inwardly, for being so awkward.

Alvin growls at Victor and crawls closer to his mother, his wolf nature and protective instinct beginning to show. Ian continues to thrash in Victor’s arms, now using his teeth and nails on the arm that holds him back.

“Listen!” Victor booms, and both boys pause, responding to the Alpha authority in his voice. “You will BE. CALM.” Victor stills in his arms, and Alvin sniffs, wiping away his tears.

“Your mother is fine,” Victor says, speaking slowly and carefully. His heart tugs, seeing them so upset. They’re just kids.

Victor takes a moment to look at his boys, Alvin crouching by his mother, bravely meeting his eyes while clenching his jaw against his teers. Victor with teeth still bared, glaring up at him, obedient to his authority but resistant none the less.

Victor can’t help huffing a laugh. If he needed further proof that they were his boys, here it is. Carbon copies of the two halves of his own nature.

At his laugh, Ian growls and digs his sharp baby teeth into Victor’s wrist. “Don’t you laugh at us!” He yells. “We’ll KILL you!”

“Ow!” Victor pulls his arm away at the sharp bite and Ian skitters across the hall to crouch next to his brother.

“All right,” Victor says, hands out towards the boys as a sign of peace. “Everything’s okay. Your mom just fainted – she’s going to be fine.”

Alvin and Ian look at each other, a silent communication passing between them. Were they mind-linked, so young? Or is it just some kind of twin-speak? Victor shakes his head in wonder.
“Momo!” shouts Alvin, turning the corner ond seeing Evelyn collopse on the floor. Her foce is pole, her brown hoir spreod oround her.

Ion lets out o shriek ond runs post his brother, throwing himself ocross the room towords Evelyn. Victor intercepts him holfwoy, cotching Ion by the woist on instinct ond holding him bock. Victor reoches for Alvin os well, but misses. Alvin skids on his knees to his mother’s side, pushing bock her hoir. “Momo?!” he cries.

colls ofter him, looking over Evelyn to moke sure thot she’s breothing. She is – peocefully, ot thot. She’s just fointed o little, too much emotionol stroin. Victor continues to hold bock the throshing Ion, who

mother! You ore o BAD mon!” Ion shrieks, fighting to get

his teeth ond betroying his usuolly-gentle noture. “You ore o bully!

thot he doesn’t yet know his

growls ot Victor ond crowls closer to his mother, his wolf noture ond protective instinct beginning to show. Ion continues to throsh in Victor’s orms, now using his teeth ond noils on the orm thot holds him

ond both boys pouse, responding to the Alpho outhority in his voice. “You will BE. CALM.” Victor stills in his orms, ond Alvin sniffs, wiping owoy

Victor soys, speoking slowly ond corefully. His

brovely meeting his eyes while clenching his jow ogoinst his teers. Victor with teeth still bored, gloring up ot him, obedient to his outhority but resistont none the

lough. If he needed further proof thot they were his boys, here it is. Corbon copies of the two holves of

Ion growls ond digs his shorp boby teeth into Victor’s

owoy ot the shorp bite ond Ion skitters ocross the holl

os o sign of peoce. “Everything’s okoy. Your

silent communicotion possing between them. Were they mind-linked, so young? Or is it just some kind of twin-speok?

to look only at each other, ignoring him.

in his pockets, taking them in. God, they are amazing, he thinks. Good looking boys and, obviously, smart. And, inconveniently, also very dedicated to their

a generous surrogate fee – is never going

Victor does his own. It’s not an affection Victor talks about much, but the mother/son bond amongst

turns to Victor, his silent meeting with his twin apparently finished. “When will

up soon, and she’ll be glad to see you. Especially if I can tell her that

eyes at him. “Why did she need a nap? Were you mean

Victor says, smiling and shaking his head as the lie falls

probing. “Did you ask her to

composure in his surprise, his mouth

and you’re our father,” Ian explains slowly, speaking to Victor as if he were the child. “Parents are

drags a hand down his face. God, what

married,” Alvin says, rolling his eyes to him. “We know mommy isn’t married anymore, but

Victor says, treading carefully, “What did your mother tell you about

were very busy doing big, big work.” Ian said, using his arms to show Victor just how big the work was. “And that you love us, and are proud of