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.

been living on Victor’s property, in what they’ve been calling his “doll house” – a name that’s rife

they don’t know about the

hot on mine – of falling to the floor, of his

jump up, pulling myself up straight, shaking my head, refusing to let

It’s all just way

turn, welcoming any distraction, but hoping that

calls. When his eyes find me

the look, skipping over to him and throwing my arms around his neck. “Hey!” I say, kissing him lightly

pull away, smiling

so that he can see

hand. I lead him over to the couch, where we sit. “It was a very stressful couple

raised. “Are you guys all okay? You and

the events of the wedding, so there’s no real need to fill him in on the details of Amelia’s actions, Victor’s rejection, the aftermath. But I can tell he wants my perspective, and frankly, I just don’t

the trim of the couch. “Or, we

mood and letting it all pass. We’ll talk about it more completely sometime later. Sometime soon.

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

perking up and smiling

have as much time as I thought I would – we didn’t expect

smile. Edgar has used a

and then turning my eyes back to the phone and

I don’t know your tastes, precisely,” he says, “so I wanted to go broad with the selection. But I do have a special place in my heart for