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.

pack from me if I don’t prove that I can effectively lead it. And because I was so young when I

Kensington, deposed as the leader of the Kensington pack? Who would

feel him shaking his head with confusion, frustration. “It’s almost as if, when I

listen silently, my heart going out

my life grew and changed – 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

you have some good perspective on this,” I

a little. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” he says, “and I think that talking to

smile. “But you know, it shouldn’t…be like that,” I hesitate, here, trying to puzzle out what I mean even to

do you

being your children, the next being your relationship – then perhaps something is

hums a little, considering

if…these aspects of your life truly mix well together. Or if changes need to be made.” I grimace a little as I say this, wondering if I’m getting too close to suggesting that

in that direction recently. My…relationship, with my…well, my mate.

convincingly. “I’m very sorry to hear that. I know that you worked very

he says, a little lost in his thoughts and

your future? Help you be able to make

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 done it. But

his voice. I want to go to him, wrap my arms around him, encourage him, let him know that it’s all going to be

minutes, me trying to be as encouraging as I can. But the call ends on rather a dead note and

inside of me knows that there’s not – he’s at a tough point in his life right now, and there’s nothing I can do to make it better – it’s not even my job to make it better, just to listen and perhaps give