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, spiritual connection that means we’re supposed to be

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

throwing out her hands in a gesture of frustration. Glad

do with your relationship. It’s more of a biological function. When you meet your mate, something…shifts, within you. At least, that’s how I’ve heard it described. I’ve never

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

what?” Susan is

laughing a little. “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

shocked and I think a little dismayed. “Well, then why does everyone talk about it like it’s

all

Adrian talked about it like I was the love of his life,

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

I ever be attracted to someone

while they are rare, there are examples of people who have chosen

my god,” says Susan, raising her hands to her mouth,

not 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

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

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

and I take a moment to smile at each other. “Now,” I say, settling back into my chair and picking up my notebook. “Let’s talk about your

pull the twins’ door shut behind me. Then, I slump back against it. God, it’s been a long day – starting therapy again, and then wrangling the

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 me. He’s imprinted on me like a

the little 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 my phone before

Where you been, baby!?

quickly text her

has been crazy. Do

phone is ringing. I smile as I pick

my life?” I say, my voice