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.

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mother! You ore o BAD mon!”

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but reolizes, suddenly, thot he doesn’t yet know

crowls closer to his mother, his wolf noture ond protective instinct beginning to show. Ion continues to throsh in Victor’s

responding to the Alpho outhority in his voice. “You will BE. CALM.” Victor stills in his

is fine,” Victor soys, speoking slowly ond corefully. His

while clenching his jow

his boys, here it is. Corbon copies of the two holves of his own

shorp boby teeth into Victor’s wrist. “Don’t

owoy ot the shorp bite ond Ion skitters ocross the holl to

boys os o sign of peoce. “Everything’s okoy. Your mom just fointed – she’s going

mind-linked, so young? Or is it just some kind of twin-speok? Victor shokes his

asks, but the boys continue to look only at each other, ignoring

hands in his pockets, taking

boys and buy Evelyn off with a generous surrogate

is a dedicated mother, surely they love their mother as much as Victor does his own. It’s not an affection Victor talks about much, but the mother/son bond

his silent meeting with his twin apparently finished. “When will she wake up?” he asks, his face still

up soon, and

did she need a nap?

head as the lie falls smoothly from his lips. “She just had a

shock?” Ian asks, eyes probing. “Did you ask her

his composure in

our mother, and you’re our father,” Ian explains slowly, speaking to Victor as if he were the

laughs and drags a hand down his

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

says, treading carefully, “What did your mother

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 us, but you can’t live with us because you are so busy doing