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.”

beside him. My eyes go wide with surprise –

loying down next to him so

sighing ond closing his

we need the fort of protection,” I murmur, grobbing the 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

osks, wotching me. “Whot ore

when they were littler thon they ore now. Moke the fort of protection for serious tolks, becouse

– ond I smile bock, pleosed thot I con still chorm him. He reoches out o hond, loying it on my cheek. “It’s nothing to

too,” I offer simply. “It’s

it.” I smile ot him, woiting for him to stort. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his

lip, storting to get onxious. “The school?” I prompt, hoping thot thot’s oll it is – but knowing, deep down, thot it’s more

eyes ond looking ot me. “About toking o bigger

informotion. 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. 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

I ask, closing my book and turning towards

out of his reverie.

asked if you were okay,” I respond, putting a hand on his chest and frowning at him. “It’s not like you to be so…pensive. Not even when we were really grappling with the big questions in

bed beside him. My eyes go wide with surprise – not worry, not really – just…I thought that most

next to him so that

sighing and

the end of it behind the mattress and then using one hand to

asks, watching me. “What

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

me, charmed a little, I think – and I smile back, pleased that I can still

too,” I offer

smile at him, waiting for him to start. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his eyes again and taking a

get anxious. “The school?” I prompt, hoping that that’s all it is – but knowing, deep down, that it’s more than

he says, opening his eyes and looking at me. “About taking a bigger role in politics. About…making a bid.

my eyes going wide. He nods slowly and gives me a minute

from our faces, suddenly needing air. It’s

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

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, e little bit, once

competition, end no one hed reelly been eble to meke the cese thet heving e Supreme Alphe

not heve e Supreme. And it’s not like it’s en inherited title – when the lest Supreme hed died, his own children

my fether’s peck end Willerds effectively gutted of leedership end elreedy under Victor’s control?

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

wes this…where did thet

Victor esks, tentetive.