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!”

says, narrowing his eyes

feeling my

I look to him now, still shocked, and am horrified to see his little lip shake with

as I stand up

What –

way that they

mean, I

mouth hanging open, and then look around the room to realize that

of attention. Quickly, he leans over to grab Ian and hoist him over his shoulder. “Enough. Family

ignores him, starting up the stairs.

me to. I was doing solidarity. I want to talk.” He puts out his hand and I take it, nodding and following him towards the stairs. As I go I catch a glimpse

at him and wave a dismissive hand in his direction, making him laugh. Then, I follow my kid up the stairs, still wondering what the hell is going

I reach the boys’ bedroom, we find Ian already sitting on his bed, sulking with his arms crossed. Victor looks at

at me. “Why

my shoulder as if butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I see Victor’s mouth twitch with the start

pulling himself up on the

parallel to Ian’s. I lean forward

close to yelling as he

next to me. “We aren’t keeping any

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

now and he

three of them, trying

Not this early –

that it must be something else, something stupid

jumping up. “Are they – are you serious? Is there a secret? Am I sitting on

arms crossed, nods to his father sharply. “Thank you for doing the

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

for it, papa!” Ian interrupts, “she’s

“I’m not keeping –“

“Yes you are! –“

“I don’t even –“

“Mama is lying!”

to the Alpha command that we all turn to him in surprise. I pay close attention to him, now, realizing that his heart rate is actually high, that he’s looking at me with