Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 100 – Edgar 3s Evelyn

I stare out the window at the back of my kitchen, watching warily as my boys chat with their grandmother by the pool. I can see Victor standing at his back door, likewise surveying the scene. We’re both figuring out our next moves.

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the breakfast dishes in the sink. So much has changed in the past few hours – an absolute whirlwind. Victor was supposed to be gone – off with Amelia on his tropical honeymoon, and I was supposed to return to my little cottage today, alone with my boys.

I was supposed to be planning my new life.

Instead, Victor is still here, Amelia is gone, and suddenly there’s a whole new group of people living with him – throwing a new wrench into the situation, into my life.

I scrub harder in my frustration. Why can’t things ever turn to be easier, rather than harder and more complicated?

Hardest to grasp is the idea that Victor is, bizarrely, single now. He and Amelia had been so closely tied in my mind, in the nation’s mind, that to think of him without her is…bizarre. The media had gone into a frenzy with it – so much so that I can’t even read my favorite gossip apps or watch television.

Victor’s rejection of Amelia is on every site, app, and channel. Some journalists have taken Amelia’s side, marking Victor as a cruel, overly-demanding Alpha who has ruthlessly rejected the angelic model.

Others dig more deeply into Amelia’s own dark side, revealing her cruelty towards Victor’s children and suggesting that his actions protect his pack from what is, essentially, a wicked stepmother jealous of the attention he pays his boys.

I can’t help but side with those ones, just a little bit. Even when I do my best to be unbiased, I still hear the screams of my children locked in that cabinet. They were ultimately unharmed, of course, but they were so scared – so unnecessary an act –

I grit my teeth, throwing the scrub brush in the sink so that it clatters on the metal. God damnit. I’ve been replaying that memory in my mind every fifteen minutes, it feels like, completely haunted by it and unable to let it go.

I’ll never forgive her for her actions, but damnit, I wish I could find a way to wipe it from my mind. I can’t live with the stress of reliving it over and over again.

I cover my eyes with my hand, leaning against the counter, trying hard to think of something else.

But my mind turns towards my own face, splashed across the television and my phone. It’s not a leading story, but some clever journalists have begun to speculate that I’ve had something to do with Victor’s rejection of Amelia. That he’s rejected her, on some level, to make space in his life for this blast from his past, the mother of his children.

the fact that I’ve been living on Victor’s property, in what they’ve been calling his “doll house”

my teeth. Thank god they don’t know about the night of his

him, his mouth hot on mine – of falling to the floor, of his weight on top of me, of the way my neck

shaking my head, refusing to

damnit. It’s all just

creek open. I turn, welcoming any

calls. When his eyes find me in

say, kissing him lightly on the mouth. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close and

pull away, smiling up into his face. “We missed you,” I

a step away so that he can see me better. “Sounds like I missed some real fireworks,”

no idea,” I say, rolling my eyes and taking his hand. I lead him over to the couch, where we sit.

raised. “Are you guys all okay? You and the boys, I

of Victor’s top Betas, has been briefed on the events of the wedding, so there’s no real need to fill him in on the details of Amelia’s

picking at the trim of the couch. “Or, we will be, soon enough. When it all

it all pass. We’ll talk about it more

couch and smiles at me. “When you were gone, I

and smiling at him. “What kind of

out of his pocket. “I didn’t have as much time as I thought I would – we didn’t expect you and the boys back until today, at least, but…” He hands his phone

the phone, studying it, my face breaking out into a big smile. Edgar has used a real estate website to save a couple of homes, a couple of possibilities for

the face, beaming. “This is so great,” I say, laughing a little, and then turning my eyes back to the phone and swiping through the selections. “Do

tastes, precisely,” he says, “so I wanted to go broad with the selection. But I do have a special place in my heart