Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 61 – Commitment

When I get to the auditorium, I peek through the red burgundy curtain out at the crowds. Most of the children at the twins school are human, with human parents, so I scent the air quickly, seeing if I can detect any wolf’s presence in the room…

No, no hint of his cold tobacco and whiskey smell. But there is a familiar lemon scent on the breeze. I find myself smiling, despite my worry, my eyes going straight to Edgar at the back. He sees me, smirks, and waves.

I close the curtains and head around to the set of steps at the side of the stage, hurrying down them and into the auditorium itself. I rush down the aisle, throwing my arms around Edgar when I see him. He laughs lightly and returns my hug, making sure to keep his camcorder safe from my rushing body.

“Happy to see me, hey?” He says, giving me a squeeze.

“Yes, always happy to see you,” I murmur, feeling warmed by his safe, steady presence. Still, I look over his shoulder and scan the entering crowd. “For another reason too, though, today.”

Edgar pulls back and looks at my face, worried. “What’s up?”

I roll my eyes, hoping to let him know that I’m overreacting. “The twins did something really dumb. They emailed my dad, they invited him to come today –“

“What!?” He looks around, going into Beta mode in an instant, scanning the crowd for threats.

“No, I think it’s okay – I don’t think he’s here. They just sent it to whatever public email they found on his website, I’m sure it got pushed away into his trash folder –“

“You shouldn’t assume that, Evelyn,” Edgar says, continuing to look around. “We would never miss something like that for Victor.”

“Yes, but my dad has a notoriously small and crappy Beta force,” I say. “Which is why he’s lost a lot of his power in recent years.”

Edgar hmms low in his throat, confirming what I’ve said, and completing his scan. “I think you’re right,” he says, glancing at his watch. “The play starts in a few minutes. I think if he was going to come, he’d be sitting in the front row, demanding attention.”

“Okay.” I said, exhaling with relief. “I’m glad you agree. We’ll tell Victor when we get home – but there’s nothing we can do now. Let’s just enjoy the play.”

Edgar nods and smiles at me, working – I can tell – to lower his guard and relax. It’s against his instincts, I know, but I appreciate that he’s doing it for my sake. I wrap him in another hug.

the beginning strains of

what?” he says, wrapping me in his arms

good to me,” I say, meaning every

pull back, and the kids

their costumes, having a good time playing a new game they’ve invented called “turkey hunt.” It mostly consists of Ian hiding, Alvin finding him, chasing him, and then pretending

Edgar and I sip coffee and watch

Edgar says, chuckling, his eyes following them as they race across the living room.

got it from. I mean, I don’t think Victor and I are stupid people,

used to tell stories

“My father didn’t like us being told stories like that. He thinks of us as purely genetic anomalies, says all the magic

lips good-naturedly. “Ah, who am I to say. But there’s part of me that wants to believe in a little bit of the magic, I think. That

and I almost blush

in my chair, surprised by the question. “Um,” I say, considering it. “I don’t know! It hasn’t been exactly easy, with these two,” I say, gesturing towards them with my mug. “But, in different circumstances, with the right guy…” I smile at him. “Sure. Why not. Maybe

looks away, a big smile on his

down at

I say, leaning forward so that my elbows are propped on the

things a little further, if you’re okay with that.” He looks me in the eye then, and I can tell what he means. He’s not talking about the purely physical

that, Edgar,” I say, smiling widely

you out tomorrow,” he says, reaching across the table and taking my hand. “For a really

nod enthusiastically, giving his hand a little squeeze. “And then you come back here afterwards,” I say. “I’ll ask

heart in his eyes. I laugh and cross the short distance between us, folding

say, pulling my lips form his briefly to whisper the words. God, how did I get to be so

– I tumble into my own bed, grabbing my phone so I can text Victor to ask him if the boys can sleep over tomorrow.