Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 237 – What a Mess

Before me, surrounded by what looks like a dozen empty pizza boxes and at least six drained bottles of whiskey, Rafe is dead asleep on his belly, spread across my living room rug.

“Oh my god,” Alvin whispers eagerly, his hands pressed to his mouth. “Is he dead?”

“No he’s not dead,” I scold, giving my son a reproachful look as I stalk towards my mate’s brother. Inwardly, I pray that it’s not a lie. What the hell happened to this man?

Ian is next to me as I kneel down beside Rafe, putting Archie down and looking closely at Rafe’s chest face and back to make sure that he’s breathing. I give a little sigh of relief when I see that he’s not dead, just completely passed out.

“He smells terrible,” Ian whispers, wrinkling his nose. Even Archie dashes away, eager to get away from Rafe’s terrible stale whiskey breath. I study Rafe, seeing that his face is covered in several days-worth of stubble and that he has dark circles under his eyes.

“What’s wrong with him?” Alvin asks, coming to peer at him as well, looking at his uncle like he’s a in insect that’s very interesting precisely because of how gross it is.

“Uncle Rafe got into the whiskey,” I say, standing up and crossing my arms as I glare down at him. Normally I wouldn’t care if I found someone passed out on my floor after a rough night of drinking – I’d be more inclined to cover them up with a blanket and put a pillow under their head than scold them. But Rafe hasn’t precisely been in my good graces lately, has he?

“Is whiskey bad?” Alvin asks, curious, looking up at me.

“Whiskey is gross,” I reply casually.

“But daddy drinks whiskey,” Ian points out, frowning up at me from his place crouched by Rafe’s side.

“Yeah well,” I consider, tilting my head to the side. “Daddy just drinks whiskey because he thinks it makes him look manly. Secretly, he just wants a pina colada like the rest of us.”

“Hey,” Victor says from the door, frowning at me. “Do not lie to our children – whiskey is a rich and complicated…”

But he forgets what he was saying as I step aside to give him a view of his brother passed out on the floor.

“This one is yours to clean up,” I chirp, giving my mate a bright smile as I walk into the kitchen. As I go, Alvin kneels by his uncle’s side and pokes him experimentally in the cheek, fascinated when he doesn’t move at all. Victor sighs, running his hand down his face as he walks into the living room, staring at his brother.

fridge, wanting a glass of water, but I stop when I see a little note with our names on it folded neatly on the kitchen table.

Apologies –

not a reflection of my dedication to you and your family. Notify me upon your return so

Affectionately,

Burton

not surprised that Burton has left – he shouldn’t have to put up with his boss’s brother acting like an i***t. But it does make me wonder how

turned Rafe onto his back. The boys giggle as Victor lightly slaps Rafe’s cheeks, trying to get him to come to. Alvin and Ian stand over them both, fascinated and gleeful as they wait for Rafe to

them. If Rafe is embarrassed to appear so before his nephews, it’s no fault but his own. Also, if Alvin and Ian learn a little lesson about what happens when you drink too much…well, that’s all

eyes

above him. “Get up!

sound of his nephew’s voice, and then his eyes flash open. I lean against

at the three of them. “You’re

Victor finishes for him. “And

to sit up, but then he falls on his back, his face turning a little green. “Oh my god,” he murmurs, bringing

boys jump on the couch,

he scolds, disappointed. “What

glare at his Alpha. “There was no word from

his arms swell. “You had a complete meltdown? Decided to drink yourself to death? And apparently threw a…” he looks around, confused, at all of the empty greasy

Rafe take his medicine a bit. He deserves far

clearly a little angry to be called out and embarrassed to be found like this. “Don’t tell me how to mourn – you left me alone

the next logical thing to do would be to go into the woods and try to find them, to raise them so that they could inherit the pack? Or,

reply and instead turns back onto his belly, his face buried

minute, Victor gives Rafe a not-too-gentle nudge with his foot. “Well?”

“Uncle Rafe’s gonna get grounded,” he whispers loudly to Alvin. Alvin laughs gleefully back to his brother and

pushes himself up until he’s on his knees, looking down at his hands that are pressed against his thighs. “You’re right, Victor,” he says, hanging his head. “As