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 insists, “Can’t that

sharply at her. “We’re on lock down, Amelia. No news, no action, no

lower lip, a nasty expression on her

Amelia,” Victor says, his voice low with threat. “No

don’t trust me?” She looks

right now, Amelia? Do you think

take all the actions you want without consulting me – things you say are in my best interest – but I talk

discuss this again, Amelia. What you did was

laugh ironically in his face, “claiming your little hussy as part of my pack, making decisions for

at her, truly starting to lose his temper. “She is the mother of my children

of my children,” Amelia throws back at him, mocking his tone of voice as well as his words. “I’ve heard that a thousand times these past couple of months. I’m supposed

total lack of children in the room, looking around as if he might find them behind the bed

children,” she

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

mean little slits in her beautiful face. “Your perfect 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

scoffs and balls up his napkin preparing to stand up. “That’s just

get to be the big bad Alpha, with his wife and his side piece, but I’m the

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

Victor strides away to the bathroom and slams the door behind him. He immediately strips himself of his suit – god, why did he even

point, after a big fight, he will find her sidling

ago the thought of her pressed up against him would get him hard. But today…Victor 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,

been able to come together in bed. But 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 use s*x to

he thought he was the Alpha not only of his world, but of his relationship as well. But, really, how much did