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.”

expected it!” she says between sniffs. “I mean, aren’t we mated? Don’t we have this physical,

in what I hope is a calming voice, “wolf mating is not as simple as that. Being mated to someone isn’t magic – it doesn’t guarantee that they’ll only be attracted to you, forever, and that you’ll always be drawn together so that no one can pull you apart. It’s not a love

does it mean,” Susan says, throwing out her hands in a gesture of frustration. Glad to

anything to do with your relationship. It’s more of a

for each other – a perfect genetic match, even, as the mating

Susan is

met the love of your life. It’s biology telling you that you’ve met the person

I think a little dismayed. “Well, then why does

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

we were mates, Adrian talked about it like I was the love of his life, but…if it’s just a biology

fairy tale prince and princess. Honestly, I think understanding mating as biology, not magic, makes it easier. This way, you choose to be with Adrian because you love him and you want him, not because the

mated…will I ever be

rare, there are examples of people who have chosen to defy their mating bonds and marry someone

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

mate doesn’t mean you’re not still regular people, just trying to figure out how to love each other, with all of those complications. You two

that you can’t ever trust him again, you can leave him, and you will find love elsewhere. You wouldn’t be the only mated

process. “I kind of wish it was simpler,” she says. “That finding your mate means…that’s

and I take a moment to smile at each other. “Now,” I say, settling back into

the twins’ door shut behind me. Then, I slump back against it. God, it’s been a long day

keeping everyone up all night and no one getting any sleep until I convinced the boys to let him come with me. He’s imprinted

I say to the little dog who sits primly by my feet,

on the floor next to my own. I check my phone before sleep and am thrilled when I see a

Where you been, baby!? I MISS

quickly text her

been crazy. Do you

moment after I send the text my phone is ringing. I smile as I pick it

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