Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 51 – Closet Conversations

As I tuck the boys into their beds, the television in their room set to stream a Disney Channel show for the next couple of hours, I hear the phone in my closet ring.

“Do you have another secret call, Mama?” Ian asks, his eyes fastened to the screen as he asks.

“What?”

“Your secret phone,” Alvin says, absently tossing popcorn into his mouth as he watches the bright colors, “the one in your closet.”

“How…” The boys, sensing a problem, both look at me at once. I sigh. Genius twins, Evelyn, remember? I don’t know why I thought I could keep anything from them.

The phone continues to ring.

“I have to go take that call, boys, but it’s for work. I want you to keep away from the secret phone, okay? It’s secret for a reason. It’s our secret. So don’t tell anyone, not even Edgar or Daddy or Amelia.”

I tried to hide “daddy” between two other innocuous persons – Edgar and Amelia wouldn’t care.

Ian gives me a thumbs up and Alvin gives me a conspiratorial smile. The boys love a secret. Problem solved for now, I pull their door closed behind me and hurry into my room and then my closet.

“Hello?” I say, answering the phone a little breathless.

“Did we not have a call scheduled.” It’s a question, technically, but Victor doesn’t present it as such. He knows we did.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I say, settling into my closet’s corner. I even added a little pillow back here, for greater comfort. “My children needed a little…unexpected attention. I apologize.”

“That’s fine,” he says. “I understand.”

“Wonderful. So, how are things going for you lately?”

“Things are…complicated,” Victor grinds out. My heart sinks a little bit in my chest. What? I thought things were going well after the camping trip. At least on my end, everything is pretty smooth.

“What happened?” I ask.

is largely what I wish to work through with you, I discovered that

like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very

but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even

in terms of devil’s advocate,” I say, “was she right?

the word vehemently, with finality. “No, with her plan, I lose everything that I’ve worked so

be careful here, but I also need to know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand

Victor sighs. “But most significantly, my

feel a physical drop in my stomach at this, dread filling my body and bones.

my fear. “They are perfectly fine. The ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is that I’m going

reaction and find that I am fine with this. We agreed long ago that Victor

continue, “that moving up the date is not as much of an issue for

The problem is that my fiancé went behind my back to speak with another Alpha, giving him a significant

That is very, very bad. What was Amelia thinking? “That’s shocking,” I say, “considering everything you’ve told me so far about your partner. She must have had strong feelings, in order to circumvent

to cede control to the vision

mouth to contend this – remind him that it

situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not merely that she’s asking to change or delay our

my eyes wide

therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a very significant betrayal,” I say

my temper. It was…more physical, than I would have liked it to be. But she maintained that she was correct – that the best plan of action is for the boys to leave our lives, to remain unacknowledged

a b***h, pretending to be my friend all

of me is fine with the idea of the boys not being the sons of such an important Alpha and instead leading totally normal lives. As Victor’s heirs they will be destined to take up his track in life. Not a bad path, but certainly a narrow one. If they were not acknowledged, they’d have fewer privileges,

the right plan. My boys love their father, and he has promised them that he will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake – would be a great betrayal to my boys. If Victor goes through with it, I’ll never speak to

already about moving up the ceremony, that you disagree with your fiancé – that you plan to acknowledge the boys. So that’s that settled. But what do you plan to do about

me – the kind of action that I would accept from no one. But

possible,” I say, my heart steely. “That this is merely

“What do you mean?”