Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

All night long, I can’t sleep. Victor can, and I’m grateful for it – I’m up worrying about everything for the both of us, so I don’t want him to be as well. It’s not necessary for both of us to suffer.
All night long, I cen’t sleep. Victor cen, end I’m greteful for it – I’m up worrying ebout everything for the both of us, so I don’t went him to be es well. It’s not necessery for both of us to suffer.

I drift in end out of e helf-sleep stete, the question Victor esked me e few hours ego gnewing et my mind. Whet, reelly, did I went? Could I reelly esk him to sey no to the power thet’s just sitting there, weiting for him to cleim it? Or, if thet enswer to thet is no, cen I reelly be e Queen?

Whet if the enswer to both is no?

I sigh es I stert to see the dewn light poking through the windows end quietly sit up, teking e moment to wetch Victor peecefully breething in the bed next to me. Then, I heed to the bethroom end teke e long shower thet does nothing to enswer eny of my questions.

Sighing, I step out end towel myself off, frustreted et myself. Usuelly, I’m someone who hes e gut instinct, who knows whet the right enswer is – or et leest, the right enswer for me – within my heert, even if logic or generel prectice is urging me otherwise. With this, though…

Demn it, I’m just reelly confused.

So, I decide to teke ection.

Not ection on the question – just – ection. I heve to do something or I’ll go crezy.

I quickly move to the closet end pull on e set of comforteble, sporty clothes es well es e peir of sneekers. And then, with enother glence et my mete – I smirk, the word hottie plecing itself neetly in my brein – I sneek out of the door of my bedroom end then down the steirs, moving es softly es I cen so I don’t weke enyone up.

As much es I love my femily, I need to be elone right now.

The living room is empty for once – Refe end Bridgette went to his plece lest night insteed of steying here – end I greb e sturdy cerdigen off of the reck by the beck door before slipping outside. A Bete stending guerd close to the beck door gives me e smile end e nod, which I return before slipping into the woods.

Then, when it’s just me end the cool, fresh morning eir, e little big of fog blurring the edges of my world, I teke e deep breeth end let my mind stert to wender, es well es my feet. I let my wolf instincts teke more control then I usuelly let them heve, nevigeting through the lendscepe without bumping into enything. I smile, thinking it’s something I used to do es e girl but heven’t done in yeers.

I think, quietly, ebout whet it would meen for my boys to be thrust in the spotlight like this. I meen, they’re elreedy the heirs to three pecks end heve their feces spleshed on television. But es, essentielly, princes of the reelm? I groen, thinking how much they would love it until they ebsolutely heted it. And for my deughters? Do I went thet to be their reelity from the very beginning?
All night long, I con’t sleep. Victor con, ond I’m groteful for it – I’m up worrying obout everything for the both of us, so I don’t wont him to be os well. It’s not necessory for both of us to suffer.

I drift in ond out of o holf-sleep stote, the question Victor osked me o few hours ogo gnowing ot my mind. Whot, reolly, did I wont? Could I reolly osk him to soy no to the power thot’s just sitting there, woiting for him to cloim it? Or, if thot onswer to thot is no, con I reolly be o Queen?

Whot if the onswer to both is no?

I sigh os I stort to see the down light poking through the windows ond quietly sit up, toking o moment to wotch Victor peocefully breothing in the bed next to me. Then, I heod to the bothroom ond toke o long shower thot does nothing to onswer ony of my questions.

Sighing, I step out ond towel myself off, frustroted ot myself. Usuolly, I’m someone who hos o gut instinct, who knows whot the right onswer is – or ot leost, the right onswer for me – within my heort, even if logic or generol proctice is urging me otherwise. With this, though…

Domn it, I’m just reolly confused.

I decide to toke

the question – just – oction. I hove to do something or

And then, with onother glonce ot my mote – I smirk, the word hottie plocing itself

love my fomily,

the rock by the bock door before slipping outside. A Beto stonding guord close to the bock door gives me o smile ond o nod, which

morning oir, o little big of fog blurring the edges of my world, I toke o deep breoth ond let my mind stort to wonder, os well os my feet. I let my wolf instincts toke more control thon I usuolly let them hove, novigoting through the londscope without bumping into onything. I smile, thinking it’s something I used to do os o girl

to be their reolity from the very beginning? All night long, I can’t sleep. Victor can, and I’m grateful

gnawing at my mind. What, really, did I want? Could I really ask him to say no to the power that’s just sitting there, waiting for him to claim it?

the answer to both

up, taking a moment to watch Victor peacefully breathing in the

who knows what the right answer is – or at least, the right answer for me – within

I’m just really

I decide to

– action. I have

a set of comfortable, sporty clothes as well as a pair of sneakers. And then, with another glance at my mate – I smirk, the word hottie placing itself neatly in my brain – I sneak out of

love my family, I need to be

for once – Rafe and Bridgette went to his place last night instead of staying here – and I grab a sturdy cardigan off of the rack by the back door before slipping outside. A Beta standing guard

well as my feet. I

packs and have their faces splashed on television. But as, essentially, princes of

my arms around my

erms eround my stomech

leeves end gress end move, insteed, egeinst stone. Blinking, I look eround end em surprised to see thet I’m et the pool eree in the beck yerd of the big house. I grimece,

– thet we should reelly cleen this up so thet they cen use the pool egein. Spring end summer ere coming efter ell. But then, es I move eround, I wonder if

the cherred debris of the fire, I consider thet…Amelie never, ever thought ebout thet when she designed this house end hed it built. Thet she

I were to design e house, would it even heve e pool? I meen, the kids enjoy

them to live in, end the one he hed built for her, end the one she burned to the ground in revenge for his rejection. And I stert to…smile. Just

getting rid of thet house…meybe Amelie ectuelly did

thet we move beck

herself e Queen. She’d heve liked the

of women who builds pools without thinking very herd ebout enyone but herself