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…”

is at its zenith over our heads. The sun, for us, is a recognition of family, of community, of culture. The moonlight is the space in which we

admit – begrudgingly – that Amelia has done a wonderful job. The entire yard is elegantly draped in white, so much so that it almost looks like a

guests – there are tons of them – gather around us, peaking around our shoulders to watch the action. There are politicians

are those whom Victor has deemed most important to our task today, everyone dressed in white (I guess they all got the memo). I scan the faces all around us and am pleased

pleased to see that apparently he has forgiven me. I’m grateful for that. Looking around, I see a lot of Alphas who I know to be Victor’s contemporaries – important faces I’ve seen on television but never, before, in person. Men who I assume I would have met as

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 invite him

circle, dressed in a gorgeous white pantsuit. I was pleased when Victor

this claiming between a father and his sons,” Annabeth continues, her voice strong and steady. “Long separated by time, distance, and misunderstanding, they have come together today

out to the side. “Victor, Alvin, Ian, will you please come forward.” The three walk steadily towards Annabeth and stop when Victor stands at her right hand and Alvin and Ian stand at her left. My heart aches sharply when I

notice the circle close together behind them so that we are again united. Amelia is in the center of that group, gorgeous in her white strapless ballgown.

towards the ground at her feet. “you

ground before Annabeth and the boys take a few steps so that they’re both facing him. Victor pulls a bone-handled knife from his pocket. It

successful, but knowing him, I can tell that his heart is very much in his throat. “From the moment

he continues. “I want the world to recognize our bond as one of bone and flesh, the unbreakable commitment of a father to his sons.” With this, he draws the dagger across his