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.”

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

simple as that. Being mated to someone isn’t magic – it doesn’t guarantee that

hands in a gesture of frustration. Glad

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

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

Susan is

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 telling you that you’ve met the person with whom you

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

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

“When we figured out we were mates, Adrian talked about it like I was

just means that you’re just people, not a 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 universe has sent a magic lightening bolt to make it so. On the same turn, it also means

mated…will I ever be attracted to

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

her mouth, horrified. “Do you think that

at all what 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 people, just trying to

you poorly, or you feel so betrayed that you can’t ever trust him again, you can leave him, and you will find love elsewhere.

moment to nod and process. “I kind of wish it was simpler,” she

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

God, it’s been a long day – starting therapy again, and then wrangling the twins into bed when

night, but it was a disaster, with the dog keeping everyone up all night and no one getting any sleep until I convinced the boys to let him come with

Archie,” I say to the little dog who sits primly by

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 before sleep

Where you been,

text

been crazy. Do you have a time

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

I say, my voice husky and throaty, enjoying the