Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 18 – Meet the Stepmom

Amelia uses her shoulder to push open the front door, wheeling her carry-on suitcase behind her and pressing her phone to her ear. “The Balenciaga,” she says. “Yeah, listen, I’ve got to go.”

She tosses the phone aside, running the last few steps across the room to where Victor is standing, jumping up into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Victor had intended to be stern, to break the news to her as soon as he could, but…almost involuntarily, he wraps his arms around her, burying his face into the space between her neck and shoulder. He growls softly.

“I missed you, baby,” Amelia says, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly, licking the tip of his nose and laughing. “Did you miss me?”

Victor cups her ass with one hand and presses her tightly against him with the other. She laughs and wiggles, whispering “Do we have time? Before the party at the Club?”

At this, Victor takes a step back and wraps his hand around her wrist. “We’re not going to the party.” Victor turns and heads into the kitchen, where a glass of whiskey and another of rose are waiting.

“What?” Amelia asks, shocked and a little breathless, following him into the kitchen.

“We’re not going to the party,” he says, lifting the whiskey to his lips and taking a sip. “We have to talk.”

Amelia looks him up and down, her attitude shifting from excitement to defense. She watches him, alert, looking for any change in his movement. What is he up to?

Victor gestures towards the glass of pink wine. “You’re going to need it.”

Amelia moves forward and takes the glass. As he talks, she begins to sip.

Victor tells her everything. The surprise at seeing the boys at the quiz show – she was there too, for a moment, does she remember them? Then seeing Evelyn again, their fight, his demands. Amelia finishes the first glass of wine. She pours another.

He continues, telling about the boys coming to stay for the night, Evelyn coming over to help. About being pushed into the pool, breakfast in the morning, Evelyn leaving with two crying boys in tow…

As he finishes, Amelia watches Victor’s face, feeling her hackles start to rise, an instinctive desire to bare her teeth. She shuts these instincts down, though, refusing to let them show.

“I’m going to keep them, Amelia,” Victor concludes, his hand on his glass, watching her carefully. “I’m going to recognize them as my sons, as is my right. If you don’t…well, if this means you want to cancel our mating ceremony…I will accept that.”

At this, Amelia drains her second glass of wine and studies the frosted glass that she holds between her fingers. After a long pause she says, “So. If she says no, you’re going to turn heaven and earth to get those boys.”

He nods.

“But if I say no,” she continues, just as slowly. “You’re going to let me walk away.”

he nods. “So, no matter what anyone else wants, you’re keeping the boys in your

head, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose. But

and then she nods. She turns slowly on the ball of her perfectly manicured food and smashes her glass to the kitchen floor. Victor listens to her as she leaves the room and makes her way up the curving

let out a low scream of rage – a primal thing, a warning to anything that can hear it to stay the f**k out of her path. Rather than scaring him, though Victor rises to this sound, feeling himself drawn

is his Luna, his match. But god, how were

sundress and a hat with a wide straw brim,

helping the boys climb from the town car that picked them up from their mother’s house. Amelia is struck by the sight of them, town between her emotions. Her first instinct is to snarl at these boys, who have

in the way that they smile, they laugh they move. The part of her that loves Victor moves towards

life. She can fake it, for awhile – pretend she doesn’t mind, even likes them – but when she officially becomes Luna? They’re off to boarding school,

never threaten your position,” Victor had promised her that night, “And Evelyn will fall in line.” She’s already threatening my position, Amelia had thought, but she hadn’t

fighting. “After all, if they’re going to be yours, then they

two days later, here were the boys,

Amela says, bending

says the first, waving and showing her a missing tooth with his big

the next, struggling up the drive with

says. “Come on in-“ but they bust past her, as if the house was theirs already. She clenches her teeth

hand on her shoulder, staring at something on his phone. I have to go into the office,” he

her body goes

into the house and planning his exit. “A border disturbance –

you can’t

and then

down to see a twin; she doesn’t know which

you have

hours later, the kitchen is a mess. The cook had gone a little overboard buying materials for an ice cream sundae bar. Now, Amelia was pretty sure that every single ingredient was spread, smeared, or sprinkled all over her granite

she thought, cook’s mess to

She had to admit, they were very handsome boys, clearly clever. If she had sons, she’d

didn’t want sons. At least, not anytime

she loves Victor, and that is going to live a good

with Victor, Amelia wasn’t surprised for a moment. She had always known that she was destined for a mate like him. There were twists and turns, of course, but Amelia was

tell Victor

chocolate syrup directly into his hands and interrupting Amelia’s thoughts. “He has been so