Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 264 – Supreme

When Victor comes home at seven o’clock that night, I throw myself into his arms.

“Where have you been,” I breathe against his chest, angry and relieved at once.

“Whoa,” he says, laughing a little, settling his weight on his back foot to balance the weight of me against him. “Evelyn, are you all right?”

“I was worried about you,” I say, frowning up at him. “You didn’t call or text – not once –“

“Oh,” he says, as if not realizing that he hadn’t even been checking his phone. “I’m so sorry – I didn’t even think – I had Beta Stephen managing my calls –“

Stephen, coming in the door after Victor with a collection of other Betas, gives me a little grimace. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he says, abashed. “I didn’t read your messages – they’re marked as private on his phone –“

“It’s okay, Stephen,” I say, resting my head against Victor’s chest and giving the Beta a little smile. “It’s not your fault.”

“Sorry, my dear,” Victor murmurs, bending his head to give me a kiss on my hair. “I…it was a crazy day. I didn’t think.”

“Crazy?” I ask, looking up at him, curious. Then I take a step back form him to inspect, scenting the air between us, trying to catch any hint of anything amiss –

“I’m all right,” he says, closing the distance between us, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Just…busy, is all. Come on, is there food? I’m starving.”

I allow my mate to pull me into the kitchen, sticking close by his side, not wanting to be parted for another moment this day. I watch him smile as he hears the pattering of our boys’ feet in the hallway upstairs and then watches them clatter down the steps.

“Dad!” Ian shouts, thrilled, as he comes into sight. Alvin follows close at his brother’s heels as the boys cross the kitchen and hug their father, wrapping themselves tight around his hips. Victor laughs, patting each of them on the shoulder, smiling down at him.

two have a good day

scowls, looking away, but

a broad smile lighting his face. I laugh and untangle myself from the three, tickled to see that nothing at all has changed

to the stove, checking on the chicken baking inside, and then lean against the counter to watch my mate with his sons. He’s clearly tired from his long day, and I know that it has something to

spend our dinner hearing all about what they’ve learned today – archaeology,

mumbles, chagrined. “Tomorrow I want to run away.

you liked the archaeology stuff – because Miss Georgia says you will

a nasty little look. “I’ll do that, but

food, surprised at how hungry I am. “But if you could start in the back garden, that would be

at me and eats as

room, intent on learning more about Victor’s day, but he grabs my

for a bit?” he asks, curious. “Maybe have a

I’m not usually one to turn down an after-dinner drink, not

Burton packed away home. Bridgette left hours ago, and I still haven’t seen Rafe. I lean against the counter, mulling this over, as Victor pours me a glass of red wine and prepares a tumbler of whiskey for

a quick kiss before leading me out to the front porch, where we settle ourselves on the loveseat. I smile

failed engagement. And I get a little thrill of joy when I consider just how much the world has turned since then, and just how things have

settle against his chest. “What on earth did you do all

the ends of my hair a little. “Is that what you

the tiniest sip before resting it on the rail of the porch. “That’s not what I’d have advised, but it’s the only thing that could have taken that

me a little laugh. “I saw Annabeth Prath as

surprised.

of things,” he says cryptically,

to know?” I ask. “Or