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.

wish to work

to keep my voice even and professional, like an uninvolved therapist. “I’m very sorry to hear that. Can you

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

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

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

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 fiancé’s plan affect your work,

sighs. “But most significantly, my relationship with

this, dread filling my body and bones. “Are

says bruskly and I feel 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

and find that 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 long

the date is not as much of an issue for you,

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 power

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 your control in that

certain unwillingness to cede control to the vision that I have for our

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

crossed a line. It’s not merely that she’s asking to change or delay our plans for a family –

my voice full of disbelief, my eyes

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

to leave our lives, to remain

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

be destined to take up his track in life. Not a bad path, but certainly a narrow one. If they

that it’s not 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

you’ve said already about moving up the ceremony, that you disagree with your fiancé –

his fist against something. That would be very Victor. “She has betrayed me – the kind

I say, my heart steely.

“What do you mean?”