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 you, I discovered that my partner betrayed me recently. Very

and professional, like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry

jeopardy. It’s caused a lot of problems for me, but I confronted her about it and she didn’t even seem contrite. She tried

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

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

need to know. “I find myself…struggling to comprehend. I understand that you’re avoiding details for the sake

“But most significantly,

dread filling my body and bones. “Are they safe?”

“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

Victor would claim Alvin and Ian as his sons and

moving up the date is not as much of an issue

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

shocking,” I say, “considering everything you’ve told

he growls. “Strong feelings, certainly, but also, a certain unwillingness to

him that

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

voice full of disbelief, my eyes

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

best plan of action is for the boys to leave our lives, to remain unacknowledged by me – for me to

my eyes. Amelia, what a b***h, pretending to be my friend all this time – fireside sisters my ass. She’s a

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

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

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

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,

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

“What do you mean?”