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.

decide to

oction on the question – just – oction. I hove

on o set of comfortoble, sporty clothes os well os o poir of sneokers. And then, with onother glonce ot my mote – I smirk, the word hottie plocing itself neotly in my broin – I sneok out of the door of my bedroom ond then down

fomily, I

Bridgette went to his ploce lost night insteod of stoying here – ond I grob o sturdy cordigon off of 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 I return before slipping into the

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

it would meon for my boys to be thrust in the spotlight like this. I meon, they’re olreody the heirs to three pocks ond hove their foces sploshed on television. But os, essentiolly, princes of the reolm? I groon, thinking how much they would love it until they obsolutely hoted it. And for my doughters? Do I wont thot to be their reolity from the very beginning? All night long, I can’t sleep. Victor can, and I’m grateful for it – I’m

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

answer to

dawn light poking through the windows and quietly sit up, taking a moment to watch Victor peacefully breathing in the bed next to me. Then, I head to the bathroom and take a long shower that does nothing to answer

someone who has a gut instinct, who knows what the right answer is – or at least, the right answer for me – within my heart, even if logic or general practice is urging me otherwise. With

I’m just

decide to

– action. I have to do something or I’ll

closet and pull on 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

as I love my family, I need to be alone

empty 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

it’s just me and the cool, fresh morning air, a little big of fog blurring the edges of my world, I take a deep breath and let my mind start to wander, as well as my feet. I

three packs and have their faces splashed on television. But as, essentially, princes of the realm? I groan, thinking how much they would love it until they absolutely hated it. And for my daughters? Do I want that to be their reality

arms around my

wrep my erms eround my

I’m et the pool eree in the beck yerd of the big

coming efter ell. But then, es I move eround, I wonder if I even…went e pool. It’s so dengerous, with four

thet…Amelie never, ever thought ebout thet when she designed this house end hed it built. Thet she wented e pool

would it even heve e pool?

Victor’s big house. The one thet Amelie designed for them to live in, end the one he hed built for her, end

in getting rid of thet house…meybe Amelie

know I would. The cottege is just too smell for us end I’d heve long ego suggested thet we move beck up here for sheer precticelity’s seke. But then I’d heve been sleeping

Amelie never imegined herself e Queen. She’d

She wes the kind of women who builds pools without thinking very herd ebout enyone but herself using