Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 12 – Couples Counseling

I breathe deeply through my nose as rage takes over the terror in my body. Emily. Frickin. James. God, I thought I was finally finished with her drama – but apparently, she’s still out to ruin my life.

Six months ago, I was having a totally normal therapy session with Emily’s boyfriend Keith, a Beta. He asked me for my professional opinion on some…spots, which had mysteriously appeared on his p***s. I told him that hat was outside of my jurisdiction as a counselor and told him to seek medical attention.

But then Keith started crying, saying that if he came down with an STD like moonpox they weren’t going to let him continue in his job. I bit my lip then, because he’s right – moonpox is very contagious, especially amongst Betas in a small pack who tend to share gear and clothing.

However, it’s super rare. “It’s probably fine, Keith – you’re probably panicking over nothing.”

“I think I’ve got it, Evelyn,”

“Keith,” I said, putting out a hand and trying to soothe him. “Moonpox has a very distinctive silver ring around any…sores. You’re definitely going to be able to tell.”

“Please, Evelyn, just tell me what you see.” He was sobbing, in a full panic.

“Keith, I can’t –“ but before I knew it, he was pulling at his belt and shoving his jeans down to his knees.

I flinched back covered my eyes. “God, Keith! Put that away – I’m not a doc-“

“Please, Evelyn!” He wrenched my hand away from my face. Before I could squeeze my eyes shut, I caught a glimpse and did a double take.

“Ohhhh no, Keith” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from the gross sight before me. All over his sizeable member were red spots, oozing pus, with distinctive silver rings around them.

Suddenly, the street door banged open and Emily was there. I knew all about her, of course, from Keith’s horror stories from about his girlfriend.

“I knew it,” she seethed, her nails beginning to sharpen into claws. “I KNEW you’d be here with this w***e!”

“You gave me moonpox, Emily! YOU’RE the f*****g w***e!” Keith, with his jeans still around his knees, began to go into full transformation. I jumped out of my chair and was across the room in a moment, seeking safety. This is part of what Keith came to talk to me about – controlling his temper when Emily sets him off.

Emily ignored him. “You,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “I knew he found some hooker to suck him of,” she snarls, “I just didn’t think she’d be so ugly.”

at her. “I’m trying to

are!” she shouted, her own body starting to snap and reshape as she, too, began the transformation into a wolf. “You ruined my relationship,

shouted, throwing my notebook across the room and burying my face in my hands. This was going to be the start to a whole world of trouble, I

And I wasn’t wrong.

around me and squeezes my shoulder. “Look, Alpha Lexington fully acquitted you of any charges in that situation with Keith, and everyone knows Emily is

say, shaking my head. “But it’s the crazy I’m

that call with the celebrity is scheduled for 5:00. Which is in like…five minutes.” She grimaces at me.

say, sighing with a shrug. “Let’s get it

says, dashing for her car. “Let me get my

say, confused. “What do I

eyebrows and gives me a

god,” I say, sipping on my now-cold up of coffee as Tyesha hooks wires to a series of metal

she says, smiling at me. Ty is a total tech geek, she lives for this stuff. “He wants total anonymity and is willing to pay to

agreements that Ty is having me sign. I don’t read

Ty, flipping a switch. A green light turns on. “The client has asked for

both of your voices will be disguised. Anonymity goes both ways.” I shrug, not really worried. I can do

sit down. Tyesha uses an old rotary phone that

click onto the line. “Sir? This is Tyesha Taylor, calling with your confirmed counseling appointment. All is set up here on our end.” I hear a long pause from the client,

to look at me. “Your counselor has agreed to a five-minute pre-counseling interview to confirm you are a good fit. Are you ready?” When he buzzes a confirmation, she

phone to my ear.

his voice gruff and muffled by the technology. He sounds bizarre – like some kind of

help,” I say, “What is it you’d like to talk about

background. “Um, pardon,” he says, and I hear a muffled shuffling and some more grumbles before his voice comes back. “I apologize. I had an unexpected turn of events

understand how they can be distracting,

a parent?” He