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.

But in terms of my relationship, which is largely what I wish to work through with you, I

like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m

someone who puts my family, my plans, in jeopardy. It’s caused a lot of problems for me, but I confronted

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

finality. “No, with her

twirl the phone chord 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 that you’re avoiding details for the sake of anonymity, but can you tell me more? Does your

most

feel a physical drop in my stomach at this, dread filling my body and bones. “Are they safe?” My voice comes out in almost a

slight lessening of my fear. “They are perfectly fine. The ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is 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

We agreed long ago that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as

not as

tomorrow if the event didn’t take so much planning and preparation. That’s not the issue. The problem is that my fiancé went behind my back to speak with another Alpha, giving him a significant amount of

a hand to my mouth. 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

growls. “Strong feelings, certainly, but also, a certain unwillingness to cede control to the

this – remind him that it is their life – but he

lives. But in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not merely that she’s asking to change or delay

full of disbelief, my

and I remember, of course, that I’m a therapist in this situation. I change tactics. “That is a very significant betrayal,” I say

be. But she maintained that she was correct – that the best plan of action is for the boys to

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

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

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 –

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

thing I can’t decide,” Victor says. I hear a thump on the other side of the line and wonder if he has slammed his fist against something. That would be very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the kind of action that I would accept from no one. But she is my mate, and if what she says about wanting to defend her

possible,” I say, my heart

“What do you mean?”