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.”

says between sniffs. “I mean, aren’t we mated? Don’t we have this physical, spiritual connection that means we’re supposed

calming voice, “wolf mating is not as simple as that. Being mated to someone isn’t magic – it doesn’t guarantee that they’ll

does it mean,” Susan says, throwing out her hands in a gesture of frustration. Glad to see that she’s angry now,

anything to do with your relationship. It’s more of a biological function. When you meet your mate, something…shifts, within you.

– a perfect genetic match, even, as the mating bond is, frankly, a primordial biological

Susan is

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 biology telling you

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

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

feel a little betrayed,” Susan says. “When we figured out we were mates, Adrian talked about it

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

ever be attracted to someone

hopefully as gently as I 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 else. Or, there are

Susan, raising her hands to her mouth, horrified. “Do you think that

you’re not still regular people, just trying to figure out how to love each other, with

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. You

and process. “I kind of wish it was

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

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

getting any sleep until I convinced the boys to let him come with me. He’s

to the little dog who sits primly by

puppy 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 and am thrilled when

been, baby!? I

text

I’m sorry babe, my life has been crazy. Do you

phone is ringing. I smile

I say,