Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 118 – Late

I spent the rest of the evening in a very quiet panic. Victor could tell, of course, that something was wrong, but I avoided all conversation with him.

If we spoke, even for just one moment, I was afraid I’d blurt it all out. And really, I don’t know anything yet.

I had gotten the boys out of Victor’s house as soon as I could, glancing at the streets and frustrated to see that they were still packed with snow. Grateful that the boys were exhausted, I put them to bed early and spent the rest of the night laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the hours until daybreak.

Around three in the morning, I heard the plows run through the streets out front.

As soon as five AM hits, I throw myself out of bed. Still in my pajamas, I put on my coat and snow boots and head out the front door, grabbing my car keys on the way.

“Fifteen minutes,” I say, a little breathless, to the surprised Betas outside my front door. “The boys are still asleep!”

They nod, a little baffled, but let me go without troubling me. As I climb into my car, I’m passively grateful to see that someone has dug it out and cleared it off. I send a silent prayer of thanks to the Betas and remind myself to do something nice for them very soon.

The ride to the pharmacy passes in a rush. I don’t let myself think about it and instead force my rushing mind onto other topics, as I did all night long. I make myself think about the boys’ schooling, what we’ll have for dinner tonight, where I’d like to go on vacation this summer, which celebrities I would date if stranded on a desert island.

Anything, anything at all, except what will happen…if…

The pharmacist is surprised to see me pounding on the door fifteen minutes before they open. Seeing my worry, she lets me in and sells me the pregnancy test without word, just a small understanding look. I throw the bag into the passenger seat of my car and almost fly home.

In my bathroom, my hands shake as I unbox the test. I read briefly through the instructions – of course, I remember the essentials, but I want to do it right.

After I take it, I place the test on my sink and turn my back to it, folding my legs underneath myself and sinking down onto my bathmat. I put my head in my hands and slowly, in measured breaths, I count to one hundred and twenty.

Then, I reach up behind me and grab the test.

Two faint lines –

cover my

s*x once

what

at the test, my mind racing,

are….they’re

that the line marked “test” – the one that’s supposed to tell me if

– the one that tells you if the test is working – is broken, fading

series of images in the “how to red your

the print underneath

looks like this, it is inclusive. Please contact your pharmacy or our parent company for a replacement

freeze for a moment – I can’t believe it

bursts from me as I hurl the test across the room and tear the paper

Inconclusive!?

in my hands again, unable to believe my

two – I’m such an i***t

thoughts I held back all night, all morning on the drive to the pharmacy, the drive home, as I ran

am I going to do

my head. The first

an adventure or a vacation. We wouldn’t have to take much

Then I could…I could have this child and never tell them anything about it. Never tell them who their father is, give this child – and the boys – what I always wanted, which is the

on that dream

Ian’s lives and somehow, I’m here, throwing him parties, acting as his Luna so he can keep his pack?

think. To break free of it – to get back to what