Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 37 – Wolf Meets Girl

“Wow, this new office is…really nice…” Susan says, looking around at former dining room in the cottage which I have transformed into my office. It has all the old furniture – desk, velvet couch, my armchair – but Susan is right, the environment is a definite upgrade. The window looks out on my little back yard, where all of the leaves are turning on the trees between my house and Victor’s.

“Wow, is that a pool?” Susan says, peering out the window.

“Um, yes,” I say hurriedly, putting a hand on her shoulder and turning her towards the sofa. “It’s the neighbor’s. Please, have a seat.”

Susan does so, smoothing her hands over her jeans as she does. I can tell from her expression that she’s unhappy, worried.

“I’m so sorry we’ve had to have a hiatus in our sessions because of the move,” I say. “How have you been?”

“Well…Evelyn, it’s not good.” She says, looking down at her knees.

“Oh no, is Adrian okay?”

“Yes,” she says softly, “He’s fine…he’s great, it’s just that…well, I found out recently that he’s been cheating on me.”

“What?” I say, genuinely shocked. Last time I checked in on Susan and Adrian they were fine – figuring out the complications of human and wolf anatomy, but fine! “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she says, shaking her head. “He started going out with his brothers more often, and you know they never approved of him being with me, because I’m a human and all. They wanted ‘better’ for their brother, they said. A wolf girlfriend, a wolf wife.”

I nod and encourage her to continue. This is not uncommon for families of mixed couples.

“Well I found out recently that they’ve started taking him to strip clubs and…boutiques. Where he could have experiences with wolf women. Low class ones, apparently – Omegas and Rogues –“

I purse my lips a little at this, but instantly forgive her. I don’t think that Susan knows that I am a Rogue.

“And I found out, recently – I saw his cell phone – that he gave in to one of them and started having an affair!” With this, she bursts into tears. I move to the couch to put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Susan. This must be horrible for you.”

she says between sniffs. “I mean, aren’t we mated? Don’t we

I hope is a calming voice, “wolf mating is not as simple as that. Being mated to someone isn’t

Susan says, throwing out her hands in a gesture of frustration. Glad to see that she’s angry now, instead of sad, I move back to my

a biological function. When you meet your mate, something…shifts, within you. At least, that’s how

genetic match, even, as the mating bond is, frankly, a primordial biological device that aids in the selection of the

Susan

“I went all textbook on you for a second there. Forgive me. What I mean is, the mating bond isn’t magic telling you you’ve met the love of your life. It’s biology

“Well, then why does everyone

along with it,” I say, shrugging one shoulder. “When your body is throwing out all these hormones letting you know that THIS

betrayed,” Susan says. “When we figured out we were mates, Adrian talked about it like I was the love of his life, but…if it’s just

princess. Honestly, I think understanding mating as biology, not magic, makes it easier. This way, you choose

if we’re mated…will I ever be

was,” I say blutly, but hopefully as gently as I can. Susan huffs a laugh and nods, understanding my point. “But, while they are rare, there are examples of people who have chosen to defy their mating bonds and marry someone else. Or, there are even old stories about people having

my god,” says Susan, raising her hands to her mouth, horrified. “Do you think

I mean. What I’m trying to express here is that just because you’re his mate doesn’t mean you’re not still regular

continue softly, watching her face closely to gauge her reaction. “But if he treats you poorly, or you feel so betrayed that you can’t ever trust him again, you can leave him, and

takes a moment to nod and process. “I kind of wish it was simpler,” she says. “That finding your mate means…that’s it. Book

other. “Now,” I say, settling back into my chair and picking up my notebook.

behind me. Then, I slump back against it. God, it’s been a long

no one getting any sleep until I convinced the boys to let him come with me. He’s imprinted on me

primly by my

puppy follows at my heels into my room and then curls up on his dog bed, on the floor next to my own. I check my phone

been,

text her

I’m sorry babe, my life has been crazy. Do you have

my phone is ringing. I smile as I pick it

you been all my life?” I say, my voice husky and throaty, enjoying the