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.”

mean, aren’t we mated? Don’t we have this physical, spiritual connection that means we’re supposed to be

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

gesture of frustration.

more of a biological function. When you meet your mate, something…shifts, within you. At least,

“But largely,” I continue, “it’s your bodies recognizing each other as a perfect match for each other – a perfect genetic match, even, as the mating bond is, frankly, a primordial biological device

Susan

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

I think a little dismayed. “Well, then why

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

Adrian talked about it like I was the love of his life, but…if it’s

not magic, makes it easier. This way, you choose to be

we’re mated…will I ever

are examples of people who have chosen to defy their mating bonds and marry someone else. Or,

hands to her mouth, horrified. “Do

you’re not still regular people, just trying to figure out how to love each other, with all of those complications. You two have something very rare

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 you will find love elsewhere.

to nod and process. “I kind of wish it was simpler,” she says. “That finding your

each other. “Now,” I say, settling back into my chair

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

everyone up all night and no one getting any sleep until I convinced the boys to let him come with me. He’s imprinted on me like a little duckling and refuses to sleep anywhere

dog who sits primly by my feet, looking up with so much love in his

dog bed, on the floor next to my own. I check

you been, baby!?

text

has been crazy. Do you have a

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

say, my voice husky