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.

of my relationship, which is largely what I wish to work through with you, I discovered that my partner betrayed me recently.

like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to

for me, but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even seem

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

her plan, I

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

of them,” Victor sighs. “But most significantly, my relationship with

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

ultimate result, the solution to her meddling, is that I’m going to have to move up the event of my sons’ claiming, marking

I am fine with this. We agreed long ago that Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as his sons and heirs – who cares if it happens tomorrow or months from now, as

up the date is not

“I’d claim the boys 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

press 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 order to circumvent

unwillingness to

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

in this situation, she has crossed a line. It’s not merely that

of disbelief, my

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

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 to privilege our own future children

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

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

father, and he has promised them that he will acknowledge them. To break that promise – for Amelia’s sake –

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

“She has betrayed me – the kind of action

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

“What do you mean?”