Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 107 – By the Fire

Victor meets with his lieutenants for hours, conversing with them endlessly over the details of camp, the new Rogues that have petitioned to join the pack as Betas, the plans they have for the future. Alvin and I spend those hours wandering around and taking in the sites, watching the Betas run around in their groups. Ian stays steadfastly by Victor’s side, soaking in every word.

When Alvin and I return from our sightseeing, I can’t help but smile at Ian’s rapt little face. I think we’ve figured out, for sure, what part of the pack leadership he will be eager to take over when he’s older.

Alvin looks a little worried – this is the first time that they haven’t passionately shared an interest. I run a hand over his hair and give him a wink. “What do you say, buddy,” I whisper. “Shall we light a fire in the pit?”

“Yes!” he says, excited, and runs over to the box marked “fire supplies.”

Usually, Ian wouldn’t miss an event like this, but he’s too wrapped up in Victor’s world right now to notice.

Alvin and I collect wood and dry grass, stacking it carefully in the metal ring. Then I show him how to use flint and steel to strike a spark. It takes him a long time to get the knack of it, but I encourage patience – we have the time.

Soon, we have a roaring little fire going, and I can tell that he is proud. We set up chairs around the fire and, eventually, a kind Beta woman brings us some barbeque supplies. Alvin and I spit some hotdogs on metal spikes and set them in the fire to roast.

Perhaps drawn by the lovely smell, Ian eventually comes out to sit with us. His father follows shortly after, having had his final meeting.

“All done?” I ask, smiling up at him.

“Yes,” he says, pulling his fingers through his hair. “Thank god. I’m exhausted. I knew it was going to be a difficult plan to pull off, the incorporation of the Rogues,” he says. “But I can handle a little hard work.”

“I love hard work,” Ian says, grabbing a roll for his hotdog, “When it has to do with the Betas. I can’t wait to be Alpha!”

“I like hard work too,” Alvin says, a little quieter, more tentative. I pull him close in a hug.

evening like this, cooking our dinner and desert over the fire, Victor telling us about his younger years, about how he convinced his father to have documents forged which would allowed him to join the American Navy when he was only 17. He

the fact that, again, he has depths

I carry them in and tuck them into their little cot beds. Then, we head back

life had been much like mine, or Joyce’s: just a lot of seclusion from the rest of the world.

to my comment. “I’m sure there’s lots about your younger years that I don’t know,” he says, taking a bite of Ian’s

I was twenty-two, and then it was baby land after that. You know everything

the eye. “I’m sure that’s

folded in my chair, kicking him a little. “What,

Evelyn,” he says, dropping his gaze. “You

the kettle black, if I

“But I’m not used to others being a mystery. Amelia…I always knew what Amelia wanted. Or if she was being sneaky, then when I found out what she was doing, it always made sense. You, Evelyn…a little sphynx, if I ever met

for one night, then,

little fire a little and then returns his steady gaze to me. “How did you really feel, that night. After the Hunt. Did you really want

the only one I really want to talk about, but for which I just can’t find

my thoughts. “I know it was wrong, I know it should never have happened. But…I can’t say

me, surprised. “What?

for you?” I ask, a little

told me to go because I was going to marry her, Evelyn,” he says.

fades away, like we’re the only two people in the universe now. “You were at the altar, Victor, waiting for her. If she hadn’t done one horrible thing, if she’s just skipped being a jerk

mistake, I realized that she’s horrible, I ended it, I rejected