Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 21 – Bath Time’

Tires screech as Victor swerves into his driveway, throwing the car into park and jumping out the door almost before it stops.

“Victo-“ Amelia says, just starting to unbuckle her seatbelt. But he’s already moving around the house, heading for Evelyn’s cottage out back. Amelia slumps back in the seat, watching him go. He didn’t say a word to her the entire ride back. Instead, he made a thousand calls, shouted at Betas, ordered more security for the house. He didn’t even look at her.

f**k.

Amelia crosses her arms over her chest and stares silently out the windshield, planning her next move.

Victor bursts into my house through the back door, coming into the living room where I’m working to wrangle two sobbing boys into their pajamas. They cried the whole way home and, while I don’t blame them, my head is pounding.

“Are they okay?” Victor asks as he approaches, looking over the boys.

“They’re fine,” I say softly.

“Boys, what happened,” Victor asks, staring at the twins who lay on the carpet sobbing their little hearts out.

“Victor, I think we should –“

Ian crawls over to Victor and raises his arms, asking to be picked up, still screaming with tears. Victor complies, cradling the boy in his arms. Alvin sees this and works his way over too.

“Ian, tell me what happened, who took you?!” Victor insists, turning Ian’s head to face him while Alvin screeches, demanding without words to be picked up like his brother.

Ian doesn’t reply, just cries harder. “Boys,” Victor says, his voice deepening with command. “You must tell me what happened.”

“Victor –“ I start, but he shoots me a glare. This sends me over my tipping point. I lose my temper, raising my voice to say “Victor, they can’t right now –“

“Don’t tell me how to talk to my sons,” he growls.

you look at them, Victor!?” I demand, getting quickly to my feet and gesturing towards the two red-faced boys from whom an endless wail sounds. “They’re so freaked out, they’re not going

how do we do that?!” Victor snaps at me. I shove forward my hands, which are clutching two sets of

to get them in pajamas, and wrapped up, and into bed. But,” I admit, lowering my arms. “I

Ian close to his chest,

Victor turns the tap and plugs the drain, letting the tub fill slowly with water. We put the boys on the floor and let them cry it out as we silently

to make bubbles, adding a little lavender to soothe them. I check the water

haven’t heard since then. An old song, about wolves running under the night sky in starlight, about freedom and wind and

whimpers, their eyes drying up. Alvin brushes his tears away and stands to watch the tub fill. Ian presses his face to the porcelain basin, watching us work almost without blinking, like he’s afraid we’ll disappear if he closes his eyes even for a

softly, lifting him and sitting him gently in the water. Victor gives Ian the same treatment, and we kneel by the side of

water. Ian dunks his own head, but Alvin asking me quietly to

daddy,” Ian says

me when I was little, and when I was scared. Do you know?” He says, beginning to rinse the suds from Ian’s hair. “When I was a boy, I was very

Alvin, laughing, unbelieving.

wolf’s eyes!” Ian says, circling his own eyes with his fingers like spectacles.

nodding sagely. “But it doesn’t mean I wasn’t afraid. Sometimes we are afraid

I smile a little, watching all three, my own fear finally starting to leech from me. I think I needed this too – the normalcy

today. But I think there was something to be scared of.”

what happened?” Victor says, organizing the soap and shampoo bottles so that the boys don’t see how intensely he is focused on their

with Beta Frank to get

of Frank because we were hungry,” Alvin continues. The two tell the story together, each picking up

turned around, and someone had hit him, and

they grabbed us” Alvin says, looking up at us. “And they

says, his eyes narrow. “We could smell her

put their hands over our mouths so we