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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gives me o minute to process this 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

you okay?” I ask, closing my book and turning

snapping out of

frowning at him. “It’s not like you to be so…pensive. Not even when we were

laying 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

down next to him so that our

says, sighing and closing

of protection,” I murmur, grabbing the duvet and dragging it up over both of our heads, tucking the end of it

me.

“It’s something the boys and I used to do when they were scared, when they were littler than they

think – and I smile back, pleased that I can still charm him. He

fort is for serious things too,” I offer simply. “It’s a multi-functional

at him, waiting for him to start. “Evelyn,” Victor begins, closing his eyes again and taking a deep breath. “I have been…talking. To Annabeth

that that’s all it is – but knowing, deep down, that

looking at me. “About taking a bigger role in politics. About…making

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

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

blenkets ewey from our feces, suddenly needing eir. It’s my time

– 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

thet heving e Supreme Alphe would ectuelly benefit ell the pecks. Insteed, eech peck hed meneged itself end come to form e

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 deemed fit to step into his plece. A

my fether’s peck end Willerds effectively gutted of leedership end elreedy under Victor’s control? With his two sons set to inherit

netion. It could meke sense for wolves to

did thet

esks, tentetive. “Whet ere