Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 55 – Claiming

The day of the claiming dawns bright and clear. I am almost woozy with lack of sleep, having spent the whole night – as promised – tearing apart Amelia’s table cloth and making it into something new.

I caught a few hours of sleep, just before dawn, but now I’m up, showered, and ready to face the day. In the soft yellow light of morning I lift the linen dress up over my head and let it slip down over the length of my body, falling all the way to the floor.

Ultimately, I decided on a very simple pattern. My dress is almost Grecian in its drape. Its simple lines fall from my shoulders to the floor with a slight hitch at the waist, my arms left bare. I study myself in the mirror, pleased with the result. It’s simple, but it’s elegant. And I look damn good in it.

Smiling, I bustle from my room and hurry to open the door to the boys’ bedroom. “Alvin, Ian –“ I call and then stop short when I see them standing in the middle of their room, dressed in their posh little white suits, Alvin quietly straightening Ian’s tie.

“What – what are you two doing up?”

“We couldn’t wait,” Ian says, smiling at me.

“We couldn’t sleep all night, we’re so excited,” Alvin says, finishing with his brother and striking a pose for me. “How do we look.”

“You two look amazing,” I say, meaning every word of it. I stretch out my hands for them and we head down the stairs. “Now we just have to figure out how to feed you without getting lucky charm stains all over your clean clothes…”

at noon, when the sun is at its zenith over our heads. The sun, for us, is a recognition of family, of community, of culture. The moonlight is

entire yard is elegantly draped in white, so much so that it almost looks like a little alpine village, covered in snow. Beautiful white orbs hang from the trees; at night, they will be lit as

by. The rest of the guests – there are tons of them – gather around us, peaking around our shoulders to watch the action. There are politicians here, celebrities, members of the press

got the memo). I scan the faces all around us and am pleased when I see that Edgar is in the circle. I smile at him and

a lot of Alphas who I know to be Victor’s contemporaries – important faces I’ve seen

alighting on James Willard, my own Alpha. He sees me looking and gives me a smile and a very small bow. I smile back at him. Willard is the Alpha of a very small, new, progressive, and relatively unimportant pack. Did Victor

out into the middle of the circle, dressed in a gorgeous white pantsuit. I was pleased when Victor told me that she would be running the ceremony – she’s important for him, politically, and I personally

her voice strong and steady. “Long separated by time, distance, and

and stop when Victor stands at her right hand and Alvin and Ian stand at her left. My heart aches sharply when

walk forward, I notice the circle close together behind them so that we are again united. Amelia is in

says, gesturing towards the ground at her feet. “you may

they’re both facing

most, I imagine he seems successful, but knowing him, I can tell that his heart is very much in his throat. “From the moment I met you, I knew that you were

and flesh, the unbreakable commitment of a father to his sons.” With this, he draws the dagger across his left palm. Blood wells up in tiny beads,