Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 59 – Anniversary

Victor and Amelia sit quietly at a little table that the Betas have moved into their bedroom for this special occasion. The room is filled with candle light and white roses, soft music plays in the background.

Amelia twirls her fork absently in her linguini noodles, staring at the wall.

“Are you…enjoying the meal?” Victor asks, feeling awkward even as the words leave his mouth.

“They’re fine,” she says, continuing to stir.

“I’m sorry, Amelia,” Victor sighs. “I know this isn’t what you imagined.”

Amelia turns her head to glare at him. “It’s our anniversary, Victor.”

“I know, but –“

“We’re sitting in our bedroom, eating something the chef whipped up. We were supposed to go to Bali.”

Downstairs, they can hear the boys laughing and running. Then, Evelyn’s own laugh drifts up the stairs. Amelia blows out a breath when she hears it and stabs at her noodles.

Victor shakes his head and likewise exhales. “I know, Amelia. I’m very, very sorry. Everything got tossed up into the air these past couple months, and I recognize that you’re taking the brunt of it.”

Though if you hadn’t gone to John Walsh…The thought pops into Victor’s head unbidden and he shakes it away. It’s neither the time nor the place for that sort of thing.

“Couldn’t we even go out on the balcony?” Amelia says, leaning back in her chair, her full lips in a pout. “It’s at least a little romantic out there.”

“You know we can’t,” Victor murmurs. “The paparazzi are everywhere. We don’t need to give them any ammo.”

she

sharply at her. “We’re on lock down, Amelia. No news, no action, no leaving the house until this all passes.

her lower

Victor says, his voice low with

looks into his

right now, Amelia? Do you think you’ve got a lot

are in my best interest – but I talk to one

his fist on the table. “I won’t discuss this again, Amelia. What you did was

says, leaning forward to laugh ironically in his face, “claiming your little hussy as part of my pack, making decisions for our best interest that f*****g destroy

lose his temper. “She is the mother of

his tone of voice as well as his words. “I’ve heard that a thousand times these

are the kids, Amelia!” Victor says, spreading out his arms to encompass the total lack of children in the room, looking around as if he might find them behind the bed or under

future children,”

then,” Victor says, returning her threat, “looks like Evelyn is the only one who

little girlfriend who you keep in the cottage out back, like Snow White with her two little dwarves. Do you know what the media has been calling her? Your little s*x kitten, who you keep close by because I don’t satisfy

scoffs and balls up his napkin preparing to stand up. “That’s just ridiculous, Amelia, I don’t know why you’re

attacking me, Victor,” Amelia shouts, frustrated, angry tears filling her eyes. “You get to be the big bad Alpha, with his

pretend you’re so innocent, Amelia,” Victor says, standing up from the table and leaving his napkin on his plate. “You’re no Jacklyn Kennedy in this

the door behind him. He immediately strips himself of his suit – god, why did he even bother to put it on? – and turns the shower on hot. Probably a little too

steaming jets, he’s a little surprised, actually, that Amelia hasn’t followed him in here. Usually at this point, after a big

shakes his head, letting the water drip down his back as he leans against the wall under the shower head. God, today he’s glad – for the first time – that she hasn’t followed him in, worked to make it better first with her body, and then with soft words and apologies

the more Victor thinks about it, he wonders…Did they really come together as a couple, through s*x? Or did Amelia just pick fights to get him riled up and then

so that he’s sitting in the shower, stunned at the realization. All this time, he thought he was