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.”

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

shoulder, letting her cry it out. “Unfortunately,” I say, 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

gesture of

it. “Mating actually doesn’t have anything to do with your relationship. It’s more of a biological function. When you

“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 that aids in the selection of the perfect

what?” Susan is

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

little dismayed. “Well, then why does everyone talk about it

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 to have s*x with, love usually comes

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

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

if we’re mated…will I ever be attracted to

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

raising her hands to her mouth, horrified. “Do you think that hooker is his

trying to express here is that just because you’re his mate doesn’t mean you’re not still regular people, just trying to figure out how to love each other, with all of those

you can’t ever trust him again, you

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

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

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

room all last 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

little dog who sits primly by my feet, looking up

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

you been, baby!?

text

has been crazy. Do you have a

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

my life?” I say, my voice husky and throaty, enjoying the old