Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 17 – His Mate

“So when will you get married?” Ian asks, digging into the huge pile of pancakes that Ian’s private chef places in front of him. The chef smiles at the boys, thrilled to be cooking something besides rare steak and salad.

I fall silent, looking between the boys, suspicious. Victor, less prepared, blushes.

“We,” he says, gesturing between the two of us, “are not going to be married. In fact, there’s someone very special I want you to meet – my mate. Her name is Amelia. I’m going to marry her.”

Alvin’s fork clatters to his plate of eggs and his eyes fill with tears, his little lip starting to tremble.

“No, no,” Victor says, and I can see his heart in his eyes, devastated to have made his son cry. “It’s a good thing – it’s all very good –“

“Silly rabbits,” I say, smiling warmly at my boys and trying to get them to laugh. “No one ever said daddy and I were going to be married – and it will be so fun to have an Amelia in your life! She is a Luna,” I say, trying to make the word sound exotic and special.

“What is a Luna,” Ian asks, his pancakes abandoned.

“Well, every wolf has a mate,” Victor explains, slowly and carefully. “But, not every wolf is lucky enough to meet them. If an Alpha finds his mate, she’s very special, so they call her his Luna, the moon to which he turns. They fall in love and are destined to get married.”

The boys stare at him, unimpressed. “You two have your own mates,” Victor says, trying to sweeten the deal, “and if you’re lucky enough, one day you will find…your own…Lunas…” He gives up.

Alvin’s eyes well further with tears. “Why isn’t mama your Luna, she should be your mate.”

Victor huffs a laugh, awkward, and looks to me for help. I casually pick at my own eggs, letting him handle this one.

“You don’t get to choose-“

“But you and mama had BABIES! You are MARRIED!” Ian shouts, not caring that his logic is not sound.

“No, you don’t have to be married to have babies, though it is preferable,” at this, he shoots me a bit of a dirty look. I shrug. Marriage didn’t work out so great for me, why should I back him up on that?

“You are bad! You have abandoned our mother!” Ian begins to cry then, and Alvin matches him, finally letting his tears flow.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Victor mumbles, amazed at the irony of the accusation. “Now, boys,” he says sternly, but they ignore him. “BOYS.” He booms out, using his alpha tone. Remembering yesterday in the pool, the boys gather themselves.

“You boys are not being fair here,” Victor says. “I did not know you were born – you were an accident,”

I say, my voice low and just a

surprise,” Victor concedes, narrowing his eyes

daddy marries this stupid Luna,” Victor opens his mouth at this, but

baby,” Alvin finishes Ian’s thought seamlessly, mirroring his brother’s devastated expression.

Ian says, desolate. “And now we’re gonna lose him. And they’ll probably have a GIRL!” He wails the last word, and both boys collapse again

no use talking to the boys while they’re like this – it’s best to

tries to take control at the table. “Stop crying boys,” he bangs his fist on the table, forcefully but with no real violence. “You are Alphas, you can’t cry

I

you’re an Alpha?” Alvin asks, trying, and wiping

into a pot so that it clangs. Victor looks at me and reads my meaning on my face, in every line of my body: don’t teach my boys that macho

They have a responsibility, and they have to keep themselves together so that they

is

audacity to

falsely cheerful, “that’s enough! Time to go home!

quietly, overwrought and ready to let me take the lead. Victor stands up. “Evelyn, you said you wanted me to take them for the

do anything wrong.” I put a reassuring hand on his arm, “You were great. Just…let them go to their home, let them return to normal for a

“Thank you,” I

with their toys as if nothing has changed. I’m grateful for that as I slip into

That new client just called – he would like to move up tomorrows’ first call until today.

a big sigh and think for

around. Tell him to call

of boxes and wires. The green light

I can feel myself getting closer with Victor, with the boys. Hell, this morning I woke up in his arms. Am

the phone rings. Well. Now or never. I

“Hello?”

I would know it was him, now. He’s starting to

I say. “We were scheduled for a call tomorrow. Is there a reason why you bumped it up?” I lean back in my chair, letting

a crisis,” he says. I can hear him moving around, like he is cooking or working something as he talks.