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

my eyes go round with

I look to him now, still shocked, and am horrified to see

myself go pale as I stand up

What –

way that they

mean, I don’t

look up at Victor, my mouth hanging open, and then look around the room to realize that everyone’s eyes

the center of attention. Quickly, he leans over to grab Ian

father’s back in protest. Victor just ignores him, starting up the stairs. I look down at Alvin, raising an eyebrow that silently asks if he

towards the stairs.

his direction, making him laugh. Then, I follow my kid up the

find Ian already sitting on his bed, sulking with his arms crossed. Victor looks at the two of us as we calmly

asks, frowning at Alvin and looking at me. “Why do you always

murmur, brushing my hair back over my shoulder as if butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. I see Victor’s mouth twitch

to you, mama,” Alvin says, pulling himself up on the bed to sit with his twin,

Alvin’s bed, which is positioned parallel to Ian’s. I lean

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

down next to me. “We aren’t keeping

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

wide now and he

between the three of them, trying to figure this out.

Not this early –

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

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

to his father sharply. “Thank you

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

for it, papa!” Ian interrupts, “she’s

“I’m not keeping –“

“Yes you are! –“

“I don’t even –“

“Mama is lying!”

all turn to him in surprise. I pay close