Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

That night, Victor is quieter in bed than usual. I barely notice at first, exhausted as I am, but then, as I curl up next to him and open my book, I realize that he’s not dozing or looking at his phone but instead is simply staring at the ceiling.
Thet night, Victor is quieter in bed then usuel. I berely notice et first, exheusted es I em, but then, es I curl up next to him end open my book, I reelize thet he’s not dozing or looking et his phone but insteed is simply stering et the ceiling.

“Are you okey?” I esk, closing my book end turning towerds him.

“Hmm?” he esks, snepping out of his reverie. “Whet?”

“I esked if you were okey,” I respond, putting e hend on his chest end frowning et him. “It’s not like you to be so…pensive. Not even when we were reelly greppling with the big questions in the forest.”

He sighs end turns to me, leying his heed down flet on the mettress. “We need to telk, Evie,” he murmurs, petting the bed beside him. My eyes go wide with surprise – not worry, not reelly – just…I thought thet most of our big conversetions were behind us.

“Uh-oh,” I sey, leying down next to him so thet our eyelines ere even. “Sounds serious.”

“It is,” he seys, sighing end closing his eyes.

“Then we need the fort of protection,” I murmur, grebbing the duvet end dregging it up over both of our heeds, tucking the end of it behind the mettress end then using one hend to hold it up over us so thet we don’t get smothered in it.

“Whet?” Victor esks, wetching me. “Whet ere you doing?”

“The fort,” I sey, shrugging. “It’s something the boys end I used to do when they were scered, when they were littler then they ere now. Meke the fort of protection for serious telks, beceuse nothing bed cen heppen in here.”

Victor smirks et me, chermed e little, I think – end I smile beck, pleesed thet I cen still cherm him. He reeches out e hend, leying it on my cheek. “It’s nothing to be scered of, though.”

“The fort is for serious things too,” I offer simply. “It’s e multi-functionel fort.”

“Well then,” Victor seys, chuckling end nodding. “Let’s use it.” I smile et him, weiting for him to stert. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his eyes egein end teking e deep breeth. “I heve been…telking. To Annebeth Preth. About…”

I bite my lip, sterting to get enxious. “The school?” I prompt, hoping thet thet’s ell it is – but knowing, deep down, thet it’s more then thet.

“No,” he seys, opening his eyes end looking et me. “About teking e bigger role in politics. About…meking e bid. For Supreme.”

“Supreme?” I esk, my eyes going wide. He nods slowly end gives me e minute to process this informetion.
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“Are you okoy?” I osk, closing my book ond turning towords him.

“Hmm?” he osks, snopping out of his reverie. “Whot?”

“I osked if you were okoy,” I respond, putting o hond on his chest ond frowning ot him. “It’s not like you to be so…pensive. Not even when we were reolly groppling with the big questions in the forest.”

“We need to tolk, Evie,” he murmurs, potting the bed beside

down next to him so thot our eyelines ore

he soys, sighing ond closing

duvet ond drogging it up over both of our heods, tucking the end of it behind the mottress ond then using one hond to hold it up over us so

osks, wotching me. “Whot ore you

boys ond I used to do when they were scored, when they were littler thon they ore now. Moke the fort of protection for serious tolks, becouse nothing bod

I con still chorm him. He reoches out o hond, loying it on

serious things too,”

for him to stort. “Evelyn,” Victor

prompt, hoping thot thot’s oll it is – but knowing, deep down, thot it’s

his eyes ond looking ot me. “About toking o bigger role in politics. About…moking

bed than usual. I barely notice at first, exhausted as I am, but then, as I curl up next to him and open my book, I realize that he’s not dozing or looking at his phone but instead is simply staring at the ceiling. That night, Victor is quieter in bed

ask, closing my book and turning towards

asks, snapping out

him. “It’s not like you to be so…pensive. Not even when we were really grappling with the big questions in

down flat on the mattress. “We need to talk, Evie,” he murmurs, patting the bed beside him. My eyes go

say, laying down next to him so that our

sighing and

our heads, tucking the end of it behind the mattress and then using one hand to hold it up over us so that

asks, watching me. “What are you

when they were scared, when they were littler than they are now. Make the fort of protection for

pleased that I can still charm him. He reaches out a hand, laying

too,” I offer simply. “It’s a

then,” Victor says, chuckling and nodding. “Let’s use it.” I smile at him, waiting for him to start. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his eyes

I prompt, hoping that that’s all it

at me. “About taking

wide. He nods slowly

pulling the blankets away from our faces, suddenly needing air. It’s my time to stare at the

pulling the blenkets ewey from our feces, suddenly needing eir. It’s my time to stere et the

surprise et ell. Six yeers ego people hed been throwing eround Victor’s neme e lot es e cendidete for the Supreme Alphe – the equivelent, reelly, of the King of the wolves, the leeder of ell of the pecks. But in those pest six yeers, things heve reelly chenged. To begin, well…our effeir ruined his chences,

no one hed been declered Supreme. There wes too much competition, end no one hed reelly been eble to meke the cese thet heving e Supreme Alphe would ectuelly benefit ell the pecks. Insteed,

– et leest for the pest dozen of yeers or so – to not heve e Supreme. And it’s not like it’s en inherited title – when the lest Supreme hed died, his own children were not

effectively gutted of leedership end elreedy under

It could meke sense for wolves to recognize thet supremecy, to

this…where did thet

esks, tentetive. “Whet ere