Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 20 – The Celebration

“Victor, it’s too much.” These were my first words upon walking up the path to what Victor calls The Cottage, the “little” eight-room house situated directly behind his, separated only by a small grove of trees.

Accepting this home went against all of my instincts for self-preservation, self-sufficiency, all of my pride at taking care of myself. But one look at Ian and Alvin, their joy at the house, their proximity to their father, their safety within its walls…I can’t deny that it’s the right choice.

Victor watched me realize this, smirking. I smacked his arm, fighting my own smile and admitting, internally, that this is a battle he won. “Thank you,” I said, softly.

“It’s yours,” he said.

“No,” I said, determined. “We will rent. I have the money. I’ll pay my way.”

He shrugged. “I’ll have the mortgage transferred into the boys’ name. Your money will pay it off, and one day they’ll own it.” I nodded to this, consenting. Then it will be a gift to them from both of their parents.

“And then,” he smirked, “when they get sick of you, they can kick you out.”

I scrunched my face, smacking him again in the arm, “they would never.”

“I know,” he said, laughing and tossing me the keys, walking through the back door towards his own property.

The boys are decked out in orange and black, the colors of Victor’s pack, and even Amelia can’t help but smile as they run around the closed-off main street in excitement, their faces painted, waving their flags.

Today is Pack Pride, the annual day when wolf packs come together in cities across the country to celebrate their lineage, their communities. This is the first year when the boys wear orange and black, their paternal colors.

Amelia is determined to enjoy herself. After all, she had loved Pack Pride day since she was a little girl, and especially when, as a teenager, she was crowned Teen Luna of the twenty-four surrounding packs. A title she heartily felt she had deserved.

Evelyn isn’t attending – too busy playing house out back, Amelia thinks, smirking bitterly. There had been a big fight, the day Victor told her he had moved his ex into the shed in the back yard.

Amelia could feel herself losing ground in her relationship. Victor continued to get what he wanted with no consequences. It was a slippery slope. Amelia had to find a way to get leverage, fast.

Alvin comes up and wraps his arm around her leg, beaming up

baby,” she says, and gently pries him loose from her leg, where he is wrinkling her skirt. She likes this one better than the other, nastier twin. Still, neither

calls out to the group of Betas waiting quietly, two steps away, for their commands. Beta Frank comes forward, the one Amelia had been hoping for. She smiles at him and puts

you could take the boys to get some cotton candy?” She says, smiling in what she hopes is a motherly way. “It’s such a special day, and they’ve been so deprived all their lives. I’d hate for them to miss

over and climb all over him. Beta Frank is a favorite of the boys’ and a good sport, always ready for their games. He’s

with the Beta, Amelia climbs up onto some of the bleachers, raising her binoculars. She pretends to be taking into the parade, singing along with the music, but really, she follows every step of Beta Frank and the boys as

Frank over the head, the other snatching the boys. The men work with minimum fuss and no disturbance to the crowd. Amelia smirks, pleased. Good. That’s what

crowd, which would make it hard to follow the twins. And lots of Victor’s rivals here, pretending to get along, at whom she could subtly point the finger. Amelia smiles, confident that all

mint juleps. Now this is more like it, Amelia thinks, accepting the drink

she signed up for, really – drinks and a good time with her handsome Alpha. Kids were definitely in their future – she had no doubts there – but not now, they had plenty

she would help. And if she had to move up the baby timeline a

a good time?”

enthusiastically. For the first time in weeks, it’s not a

Victor

laughing. She waves vaguely towards the food stalls. “They went to get a snack, with that Beta. The

and then shrugs. His Betas are well-trained and would die for him and his sons.

to the parking lot, grateful to find a spot close to the front – people must already be heading home. She climbs out, her blue skirt swishing

home, but the sense that she was missing out on the fun got the better of her. I’ve been through a lot, these past weeks, she thinks as she heads toward the stands. I deserve to enjoy Pack

far too familiar shriek that chills her to her

dance in the stands, her arms around his neck, his head constantly pivoting,

and breaks away from Amelia, who

receiving no response from Beta Frank. It’s been five minutes. He’s supposed to check in

crowd and snapping

top smeared with dirt and blood – carrying one little boy on her hip, another walking by her side,