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!”

who’s talking, mom,” Ian says, narrowing his eyes at me, not budging his attitude

I ask, feeling my

brother’s. I look to him now, still shocked, and am horrified to see his little lip shake with emotion. “You’re

I stand up straight

What –

no way that

mean, I don’t

Victor, my mouth hanging open, and then look around the room to

leans over

Ian shrieks, pounding his fists on his father’s back in protest. Victor just ignores him, starting up the stairs. I look

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 see me brought down a peg after I watched him lay in the driveway for

and wave a dismissive hand in his direction, making him laugh. Then, I

his bed, sulking with his arms crossed. Victor looks at the

at Alvin and looking at me. “Why do

if butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I see

nice to you, mama,” 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

accuses, his voice very close to yelling as he shoots out a finger pointed

down next to me. “We aren’t keeping any secrets from you –

and patting his father’s knee. “You didn’t

truly wide now and he turns to stare at

falls open again and I look between the three of them, trying to figure this out. Because there’s absolutely no way they could actually

Not this early –

something else, something stupid that I just haven’t realized yet

says, jumping up. “Are they – are you serious? Is there a secret?

nods to his father sharply. “Thank you for

come back! Don’t leave me all alone

interrupts, “she’s keeping it

“I’m not keeping –“

“Yes you are! –“

“I don’t even –“

“Mama is lying!”

that we all turn to him in surprise. I pay close attention to