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.

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

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

a chance 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, build the pack and its defenses and

heart going

I had sons, I think that my attention was torn in many different directions. I wasn’t able

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

I think that talking to you has

half smile. “But you know, it shouldn’t…be like that,” I hesitate, here, trying

you

– 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 in the same direction, be working together, rather than pulling you

little, considering

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

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

hear that. I know that you worked very hard to try

you,” he says, a little lost

life and your future?

life for so long – I leaned on her, drew support from her, loved her. With her gone…it may eventually

encourage him, let him know that it’s all going to be okay. But of course, in this

and I stare at the phone in my hands, its steady dial tone ringing, wondering if there’s anything I could have said that would make it

nothing I can do to make it better – it’s not even my job to make it better, just to listen and perhaps give him some tools to help him weather the