Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

The next morning the house is somehow…different.

I can’t place my finger on it but…something is somehow not right. I look around, trying to figure it out. In so many ways everything seems…normal. The Betas are buzzing, moving around doing their work. Burton is here again – thank god – doing some general dusting and straightening up, humming a little French song to himself.

Rafe is surly, standing at the Alpha’s desk and doing his work but…that’s nothing new…

Victor stands with him, but somehow I know it’s not him that’s off…

Instead, my eyes are drawn to my two children, who sit at the table, staring at each other, angry frowns on their face. I blink at them, suddenly realizing that it’s them.

That my two sons haven’t said a word to me the entire morning. And they’re not at all their normal cheerful selves, excited for their day.

Instead, they’re little copies of Rafe this morning, angrily chewing their cereal and refusing to look at me.

My eyes go wide and my jaw falls a little as I stare at them, holding my coffee tight in my hands.

What the hell is going on?

Before I can ask, though, Victor comes over to us.

“What is this,” he asks, crossing his arms and looking between them. “What’s going on with you two?”

“Nothing!” Ian says, almost shouting, throwing his spoon into his half-full cereal bowl and splashing milk everywhere. Then he crosses his arms, angry, and sits back in his chair. Alvin puts down his spoon less violently but likewise sits back, pouting.

Victor looks at me with wide eyes, asking me inside my mind if I have any idea what’s going on. I just shrug, shaking my head, totally baffled.

Who the hell body-snatched my kids and left these angry little gremlins in their place?

I try this time, leaning forward. “What is –“

“No!” Ian rudely interrupts, not even looking at me. “We’re not speaking to you!”

Alvin’s frown deepens as well as his determination. I move quickly to the table, putting my coffee down. “Alvin?” I ask, leaning forward, knowing that if we’re going to crack anyone it’s going to be this twin. “What’s wrong, baby?”

But he doesn’t say a word, just focuses on his brother. I can sense them talking to each other mind-to-mind, sharing some kind of secret.

Suddenly angry, I smack the table, making them both jump and look at me. “Enough of this,” I say, my voice stern and worried. “Tell me what’s going on. Right now! No more secrets!”

narrowing his eyes at me, not budging his attitude

my eyes go round

to him now, still shocked,

pale as I stand up straight at

What –

way that

mean, I don’t even

at Victor, my mouth hanging open, and then look

that we’re the center of attention. Quickly, he leans over to grab Ian and

him, starting up the stairs.

He puts out his hand and I take it, nodding and following him towards the stairs. As I go I catch a glimpse of Rafe smirking at me, perhaps a little glad to

him laugh. Then, I follow my kid up the stairs, still wondering what the

sulking with his arms crossed. Victor

at me. “Why do

my angelic nature,” I murmur, brushing my hair back over my shoulder as if butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I see Victor’s mouth twitch with the start of a smile but Alvin drops my hand and sighs, going to sit next to

Alvin says, pulling himself up on the bed to sit with his twin, “doesn’t mean I’m not

to sit on Alvin’s bed, which is positioned parallel to Ian’s. I lean forward to look between my boys, deeply upset

you are keeping secrets from us!” Ian accuses, his voice very close to yelling as he shoots out

me. “We aren’t keeping any secrets from

papa,” Alvin says calmly, reaching out an appeasing hand and patting his father’s knee. “You

wide now and he

open again and I look between the three of them, trying to figure this

Not this early –

it must be something else, something stupid that I just haven’t realized

out an anxious little laugh. “Whoa!” he says, jumping up. “Are they – are you serious?

nods to his father

for him. “Victor, come back! Don’t leave me all

interrupts, “she’s keeping

“I’m not keeping –“

“Yes you are! –“

“I don’t even –“

“Mama is lying!”

turn to him in surprise. I pay close attention to him, now, realizing that his heart rate is actually high, that he’s looking