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.

to take the pack from me if I don’t prove that I can effectively lead it. And because I was so young when I took the pack, they built

worrying. Victor Kensington, deposed as the leader of the Kensington pack? Who would take

to spin out the possibilities, Victor continues. “I feel like…so much these days, 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,

listen silently, my heart going out

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

you have some good perspective on this,” I say softly, impressed by his ability to accurately

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” he says, “and I think that talking to you has certainly given me some useful methods for approaching situations like

my mouth pulling up into a little half smile. “But you know, it shouldn’t…be like that,” I hesitate, here, trying to puzzle out what

do you mean?” He

that if you feel yourself pulled in many different directions – 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

hums a little, considering my

wonder 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 he needs to break up with his girlfriend, especially as I already

he says, considering. “I’ve taken a step in that direction recently. My…relationship, with my…well, my mate. I’ve

feigning surprise, I hope convincingly. “I’m very sorry to hear that. I

you,” he says, a little lost in his thoughts and

that this will have positive results, for your life and your future? Help you be able to make everything move in

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

voice. I want to go to him, wrap my arms 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

encouraging as I can. But the call ends on rather a dead note and I stare at the phone

now, and there’s nothing I can do to make it better –