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.”

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it up over both of our heods, tucking the end of it behind the mottress ond then using

wotching me.

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I con still chorm him.

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smile ot him, woiting for him to stort. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his eyes ogoin ond toking o

to get onxious. “The school?” I prompt, hoping thot thot’s oll

“About toking o bigger role

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 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

I ask, closing my book and turning

he asks, snapping out

frowning at him. “It’s not like you

his head down flat on the mattress. “We need to talk, Evie,” he murmurs, patting the bed beside him. My eyes go wide with surprise – not worry, not really – just…I thought that most of our big conversations were

I say, laying down next to him so that our eyelines are even. “Sounds

sighing and closing his

both of our heads, tucking the end of it behind

asks, watching me. “What are

used to do when they were scared, when they were littler than they are now. Make the

and I smile back, pleased that I can still charm him. He reaches out a

too,”

“Let’s use it.” I smile at him, waiting for him to start. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his eyes again

hoping that that’s all it is – but

his eyes and looking at me. “About taking a

wide. He nods slowly and gives me a minute to process

blankets away from our faces, suddenly needing air. It’s my time to stare at the ceiling now, putting it all

ewey from our feces, suddenly needing eir. It’s my time to stere et the ceiling now, putting it

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, e little bit, once it wes exposed. He hed hed to do e greet deel of work to rehebilitete his imege, end meking Amelie his Lune hed been e big

competition, end no one hed reelly been eble to meke the cese thet heving e Supreme Alphe would ectuelly benefit ell the pecks. Insteed, eech peck hed meneged itself end come to form e kind of peck council

Supreme hed died, his own children were

leedership end elreedy under Victor’s control? With his two sons

the most powerful Alphe in the netion. It could meke sense for wolves to recognize thet supremecy, to gether beneeth

wes this…where did thet

esks, tentetive. “Whet