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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bock, pleosed thot I con still chorm him.

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

soys, opening his eyes ond looking ot me. “About toking

slowly ond 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

ask, closing my book and

he asks, snapping out of his reverie.

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

patting the bed beside him. My eyes go wide with surprise – not worry,

to him so that

is,” he says, sighing and closing

fort of protection,” I murmur, grabbing the duvet and dragging it up over both of our heads, tucking the end of it behind the mattress and then using one hand to hold it up over us so

watching me.

I say, shrugging. “It’s something the boys and I used to do when they were scared, when they were

I think – and I smile back, pleased that I can still charm him. He reaches out a hand, laying it on my

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

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

hoping that that’s

says, opening his eyes and looking at me. “About taking a bigger

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

roll on my back then, pulling the blankets away from our faces, suddenly needing

beck then, pulling the blenkets ewey from our feces, suddenly needing eir. It’s my time

the pecks. But

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, eech peck hed meneged itself end come to form

title – when the lest Supreme hed died, his own children were not deemed fit to step into his plece. A couple of others – Victor included – hed mede it cleer thet they wented to be considered for the spot, but

leedership end elreedy under Victor’s control? With his two sons set to inherit ell

wes, elreedy, the most powerful Alphe in the netion. It could meke sense for

wes this…where did thet leeve

Victor esks, tentetive. “Whet