Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 120 – Consequences

The woman steps out of her car, her impossibly long legs made even longer by the four-inch heels strapped precariously to her perfectly manicured feet. She closes the door to her Porsche with a click and then slowly, casually, strolls into the building labeled Prath Industries.

“Annabeth Prath, please,” she says to the receptionist waiting for her there, taking off her Louis Vuitton sunglasses to give the girl a dazzling smile.

The receptionist looks up at her and then does a double take. “Oh!” she says. “Oh, hi! Welcome!”

The woman continues to smile at the receptionist. She’s used to being recognized.

“Yes,” the receptionist says, nodding and checking the calendar. “Yes, I see your appointment noted here. Just a moment. Could we get you a cup of coffee? A bottle of water?”

“No, thank you,” the woman says smoothly and then leans against the counter to wait. She looks around the room with confidence, assured that everything, today, was going to go just according to plan. She hears the receptionist behind her making a quick call to let them know that she’s arrived.

A few moments later, Annabeth herself comes through a set of glass doors, holding out her hands to the woman.

“Annabeth,” the woman ways, giving her that trademark stunning smile.

“Well well,” Annabeth says, taking the woman’s hands in hers and looking her over from head to toe. “I must say, you’re looking very well.”

“Yes,” the woman says, shaking back her shiny hair and giving a little laugh. “I took a few weeks in San Tropez to get my plans in order, and then came back relaxed and rested.”

“Well good for you,” Annabeth says, giving her a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I admit, I was curious to get your call. Won’t you come in, Amelia?”

a smile that

smile drifting across her

parks in a spot far from the entrance, not

pulling a hoodie and a pair of sneakers out of a bag. In a moment, she’s swapped her Jimmy Choos

she heads inside, leaving her sunglasses

woman at a beat-up desk. “How

than she usually would. “Hello,

with you. Is there anything else you’d

a troubled relationship,” Amelia says. “With my boyfriend, an Alpha. It’s kind of a…high profile case. I was hoping to speak with someone who might have experience with this kind of

actually have a couple of therapists who specialize in this kind of work. If you fill out this paperwork, I’d be happy to

smiles blandly as the woman hands her a clipboard. As the woman prints out the profiles, Amelia hurriedly fills out

of the profiles

and begins flicking through them, but she’s frustrated to see that, unfortunately, there are at least twenty-five therapists to choose from. Unlikely

a familiar name. The top of the fifth page

a smile spreads

the woman’s

after her, but Amelia doesn’t turn. She just walks

lights a cigarette and takes a long,

the rare occasions when he’d smell it on her hair or when she’d get sloppy and leave a

window. She had told him she had quit, but it just meant she had to be more careful. Like all things with Victor, it was just about controlling what