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.

relationship, which is largely what I wish to work through with

uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to

me, but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even seem contrite. She tried to persuade me that what she did was the

terms of devil’s advocate,” I say, “was

with her plan, I lose everything that I’ve worked so

around my fingers and hesitate. I need to be careful here, but I also need to know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand

them,” Victor sighs. “But most

my stomach at this, dread filling my body

that I’m going to have to move up the event of my sons’ claiming, marking them as my heirs and as part of my pack before I had planned

fine with this. We agreed long ago that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian

suspect,” I continue, “that moving up the date is not as

so much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem

“considering everything you’ve told me so far about your partner. She must have had

feelings, certainly, but also, a certain unwillingness to cede control to the vision that I have for

open my mouth to contend this – remind him that it is their

what you’re going to say – that she has equal right to plan our lives. But in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not

I say, my voice full of disbelief, my eyes wide with shock. “What

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

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 by me – for me to support them and be a less-signficant part of their lives, but

my eyes. Amelia, what a b***h, pretending to be my friend all this time

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

will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake – would be

– that you plan to acknowledge the boys. So that’s that settled. But what do you plan to do

very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the kind of action that I would accept

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

“What do you mean?”