Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 54 – Nothing to Wear

Six days later, Victor’s house is in complete chaos.

The boys and I enter the kitchen door to a flurry of action – Betas everywhere, of course – some on guard, some carrying boxes and taking instructions. Then, there are a bevy of hired persons hanging lights in the back yard, decorations in the house. Everything is all in white, like a human wedding. But for the wolves, it’s the color of unity, of family, of births and deaths and claiming.

I raise my eyebrows as I press the door closed. “Don’t you two go anywhere,” Amelia says, pointing a pencil at the boys as they dash past, a clipboard propped against her slim hip. “We need you for final fittings of your suits.” She consults her list. “And for consultation with the makeup artist.”

The boys promptly ignore her and run up to their room.

“Makeup?” I say, coming over to the kitchen island where she has set up her command station. “Isn’t that a bit much?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Just a little powder, Evelyn. To keep them from shining on the TV cameras, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” I say, dismissive. Whatever. She can cover them in white like a powdered cake for all I care.

Victor comes into the kitchen then, talking with his own force of Betas. I notice that I recognize more faces than I used to and wonder, passively, if it’s because I’ve gotten used to them? Or because, for some reason, Victor is using the same ones in the same positions. This isn’t his usual style – he likes to have the Betas perform all the jobs in a cycle, to “keep them fresh.” I shrug, dismissing this as well. Again, not my problem.

“Ah, Evelyn,” Victor says, coming over to me. “I’m glad you’re here. Did you bring the boys?”

I nod and smile at him, pointing upwards to indicate that they’ve gone upstairs.

“Good,” he says. He turns to the Beta standing at his left elbow. “Will you send the tailor up to measure them? Send two Betas along – the tailor is a relative unknown.”

Part of me is pleased to see Victor taking such precautions, but another part knows it’s overkill. After all, he’s going to broadcast their faces to the nation tomorrow afternoon. Protecting them from a tailor seems to be protecting the mole hill and leaving the castle unguarded. Still, I don’t fight it and the Betas peel away, off to their tasks.

“And how is your outfit coming?” Victor says, leaning on the island, looking me up and down. Part of me wonders if he isn’t taking a little long with that look, and I smirk.

“My outfit?” I ask. “I’m just wearing my blue dress,” I shrug my left shoulder, not thinking it important. “I’ve had it dry cleaned, it should be good to go.”

“What?” Victor focuses his gaze on me, suddenly intense. “Your blue dress? You’re supposed to be in white.”

“Huh?” I peer back at him. “White? For what?” I’m just going to be standing in the background with everyone else – I don’t need to be in ceremonial white.

He spins to Amelia. “Amelia, what’s happening here? Why is Evelyn planning to wear blue?”

was told over a week ago to plan to wear white. She was sent several options

this. I don’t have a white dress. And why do I need to wear white, anyway? I’m not part of

of this,” Victor says, frowning

I’m not

a wave of his hand, “it’s important that we come across as a united front, as

head up from her clip

I say, pushing Victor to

says, her

checking my urge to wipe her

it on

her mouth into a sorrowful pout. “I sent everything along! I swear I

his hands between us. “What happened

hell it is

fixing me with a dark glare. I settle down. “Is what we do next. Now, how

can hear the smugness in her voice. “It’s a Friday

I say, clenching my teeth and looking her up and down. God, how I wish to tear her to bits in this moment. I don’t even want to wear white to this stupid

their dining room. “What are you doing?” Amelia calls after me, a little panic in her voice. I can hear Victor

the room, I wrap my hands in two fists worth of fine linen-and-lace tablecloth, an heirloom, I know – a gift from Amelia’s grandmother. As hard as I can, I yank it, sending crystal

Victor holds her back this time. “You can’t have that –“

it, Amelia,” Victor says, and I can hear the amusement in

“It’s my –“

going to work this into something presentable,” I say, speaking loud to overshadow her. “I’m going to need to get started right away.” I move past them, smug, heading for the

you sew, Evelyn?” Victor asks,

toddlers alone on a graduate student budget

laugh as I

Edgar is sitting on my back porch, apparently waiting for me. I’m still

the steps and plop into his lap, making him laugh. “Welcome home, gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my hair, taking

I say, smiling and combing my fingers through his own lovely hair. “Any

lifts his head and smiles at me. “Just wanted to see you. What’s this?”

tomorrow, to the ceremony, and this was the only white fabric left in the house, so I’m going to be forced to cut it into little tiny pieces