Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 102 – To stay or to go?

I walk slowly up to the house, surveying the scene, not wanting to run into members of his family. I meet a few Betas in the woods between houses, but they merely nod and smile as I pass. I return the gesture, glad to know that they’re there.

The house itself is quiet, though. Lights are on in various spaces, but there’s no sign of life in the kitchen or anywhere on the first floor.

Frowning, I come around the pool and stand by the edge of the back porch, trying to see if Victor is sitting somewhere close, maybe reading –

“Looking for someone?”

I jump at the voice, panic flooding me. But when I look in that direction, I just see Victor, sitting in an Adirondack chair in a dark corner of his porch.

“No, I just came up here looking for someone to scare the hell out of me. So, thanks for that little jolt to my nervous system, so kind of you.”

He gives me a low chuckle. I climb up the three short steps to the porch and walk over to him. He’s got a warm blanket spread over his knees, a glass of whiskey resting on the floor next to his chair.

“What are you doing out here?” I ask, wrapping my arms around my body for warmth. “It’s getting cold.”

He shrugs. “It will be too cold to come get fresh air at all soon, so I thought I’d take advantage of what could be my last night. Plus, I wanted to get away from them.” He uses his head to indicate his family inside of the house.

“Are they so bad?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes at me, just a little. “It feels like I’ve gone back to high school. I’m the Alpha of this pack, but somehow I find myself taking the trash out for mom, listening to my dad lecture me on the fact that my tie is too loose.”

He heaves a sigh and shakes his head. I purse my lips, hearing again the frustration that he expressed over the phone.

“They’ll be gone soon,” I say softly, trying to be encouraging. “You’ll find a new normal.”

whiskey. “But when they’re gone, what will it look like?” He says, thinking aloud. “They’ll be gone, and so will you, off to your new house, wherever that is. Suddenly I’ll be in

opens. I grimace, anticipating disruption from his mother or

breaks into a smile. “Burton!” I say, laughing. “What are you

his arm. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Madame,” he says softly. “I took the liberty of fetching you this glass of wine,

blanket, thanking him. He gives

I say, laughing again and turning back

“I liked him. He seems to have a rare talent for intuiting people’s

my shoulders. “Good, I really liked him.

just slightly. “I

I say, raising my eyebrows and lowering myself into the chair next to Victor’s. “You two are going

a small laugh and

darkness of the porch. The lines of his face are cut as finely as glass, but I can see the sleepless nights, the anxiety, the weight of his increasingly heavy world pressing on him in the darkness of the skin beneath

out my hands and smooth away the frown I see pulling at the corners of his mouth. I want to whisper comforting nothings in his ear. I want to run my hands through his hair and say sardonic things; I want to hear him

further avoid the impulse to reach out

thinking a lot about the boy’s

me. He doesn’t say a word,

to a human school,” I say, “Not after my father took them away so easily. But there are so few schools we can send

at least, until

I say. “So, what do you think about homeschooling for the

I’m sure Annabeth could recommend someone suitable. But your next house

“Wait,

don’t know. I still think of them all as living in the barracks. A locker full of weapons and

stuff,” I say, laughing again, “I wonder if it would be too crowded. But your house,” I look up at it, his sprawling modern mansion, “is certainly big