Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 101 – Frantic calls

“It’s good to speak to you again,” Victor says the next evening, his voice metallic and mechanical through the old rotary phone.

“Yes,” I reply, twirling my fingers in the chord. “The agency let me know that you tried to contact me over the weekend. I apologize for being unavailable.”

“That’s all right,” he murmurs, dismissing it. “You are, of course, entitled to your life. You shouldn’t have to be on call for all of my emergencies.”

“But you have such interesting emergencies,” I say, laughing a little. Victor does the same.

I hesitated before taking this call. I know that I’ve got to end this charade soon – it’s so far beyond unethical, now, for me to be taking these calls. But still – I need to know where he stands after the whole wedding fiasco.

“How are you?” I ask, prompting him, hoping that he takes the reins for the most part.

“It has been…a difficult couple of days,” he says, clearly searching for words. I nod, understanding. He wants this to be anonymous, and will have trouble telling me details without revealing his identity.

“Please, continue,” I say.

“Well, my family has arrived for a visit. A rather, extended stay.” I blink, surprised that he wants to talk about this, rather than about the dissolution of his relationship. That was, after all, the reason he wanted to talk to a therapist in the first place.

“Oh? And are you close with your family?”

“No,” he growls. “Like many Alpha families, our relationships are…strained. Complicated. My mother is a wonderful woman, but my father and brother…”

I nod, understanding. My own family is similar, though I have no brothers to compare.

I can effectively lead it. And because I was

my hairline. This is…shocking, and very worrying. Victor Kensington, deposed as the leader of the Kensington pack? Who would take over then – horrible Rafe?

like I am losing control of everything I’ve worked so hard for.” I can almost feel him shaking his head with confusion, frustration. “It’s almost as if, when I was twenty-two, and single, it was…easier. All I had to do all day was think about the pack, work on the pack, build the pack and its defenses

heart going out to

as my…girlfriend came into the picture. As I discovered that I had sons, I think that my attention was torn in many different directions. I wasn’t able to give the pack or my relationships the attention they deserve.

good perspective on this,” I say softly, impressed by his ability to accurately analyze the

think that talking to you has

pulling up into a little half smile. “But you know, it shouldn’t…be like

do you mean?”

– one direction being your pack, the other being your children, the next being your relationship – then perhaps something is not working there. Ideally, all of those aspects of your life would be going

a little, considering my

be made.” I grimace a little as I say this, wondering if I’m getting too close to suggesting that he needs to

taken a step in that direction

I say, feigning surprise, I hope convincingly. “I’m very sorry to hear that. I know that you worked very hard to try and make

says, a little lost

your future? Help you be able to make everything

and my heart sinks at the doubt in his voice. “I don’t know. She has been part of my life for so long – I leaned on her, drew support from her, loved her. With her gone…it may eventually be better. If I didn’t think that, I wouldn’t have

around him, encourage him, let him know that it’s all going to be okay. But of course, in this moment, I am his therapist, not his…well, whatever it

and I stare at the phone

make it better – it’s not even my