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.”

I shouted back at her. “I’m trying to HELP him! To

began the transformation into a wolf. “You ruined my relationship, I am going to ruin your life,” she snapped, her words morphing into

and burying my face in my hands. This was going to

And I wasn’t wrong.

squeezes my shoulder. “Look, Alpha Lexington fully acquitted you of any charges in that situation with Keith, and

“But it’s the crazy I’m worried about, Ty. I’ve got kids to think about, and she’s

clean this up,” says Ty, gesturing towards the car, “but first…actually, that call with the celebrity is scheduled for 5:00. Which is in like…five minutes.” She grimaces

I say, sighing with a

says, dashing for her car. “Let

do

her eyebrows and gives me a

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

notch,” she says, smiling at me. Ty is a total tech geek, she lives for this stuff.

of non-disclosure agreements that Ty is having me sign. I don’t read them through as I add

Ty, flipping a switch. A green light turns on. “The client has asked for a short pre-processing meeting in advance to make sure that

him, and that both of your voices will be disguised. Anonymity

sit down. Tyesha uses an old

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

to confirm you are a good fit. Are you ready?” When he buzzes a confirmation, she hands the phone to me and skirts out the door, giving us

put the phone to my ear.

some kind of monster speaking to me from far-away lands. “Thank you for agreeing

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

he responds. I hear a kind of rough grumble and a high-pitched noise in the background. “Um, pardon,” he says, and I hear a muffled shuffling and some more grumbles

I say, encouraging. “Children are a blessing, but I definitely understand how they

He asks,