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.

you,” I murmur into his shoulder as the beginning strains of music play

me in his arms and rubbing

me,” I say,

curtains pull back, and

called “turkey hunt.” It mostly consists of Ian hiding, Alvin finding him, chasing him, and then pretending to murder and eat him in new and interesting

the table, Edgar and I sip coffee and

chuckling, his eyes following them as they race across the living room. “And

I mean, I don’t think Victor and I are stupid people, but…”

grandmother, she used to tell stories about magic like that. Wolves

stories like that. He thinks of us as purely genetic anomalies, says all the magic talk

shrugs and quirks his 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,

at me, and I almost blush at the love I see

“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

and looks away, a big smile on his face. I can tell that he’s pleased by

down at his cup. “I really like

forward so that my elbows

us…to take 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 aspect of our relationship – though he’s not not talking about that. And frankly, I’m shocked that

I

take you out tomorrow,” he says, reaching across the table and taking my

little squeeze. “And then you come back here

Edgar smiles at me broadly then, his whole heart in his eyes. I laugh and cross the short distance between

to whisper the words. God, how did I get to be so

from his face – I tumble into my own bed, grabbing my phone so I can text Victor to ask him