Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 27 – Restless Nights

It’s two o’clock in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I sigh and sit up. I’ve tried everything I can think of – lavender oil, a glass of wine, counting sheep – but I just can’t do it. The house is too…quiet. Not that the boys have made much of a disturbance in their sleep since they were babies, but somehow I just know that they’re not here. And it’s killing me.

Sighing, I swing my legs out of bed and stand up, peering out the window at the back of my room. I can barely see Victor’s house through the trees. Tonight, though, in the darkness I can clearly see that Victor’s house still has its lights on. What the heck is going on? It’s two o’clock in the morning, it should be pitch black over there.

I frown. Did Victor ignore me when I told him that the boys have a strict bedtime of 9 pm? 10, at the latest, as a special treat? God, they’re going to bed dead tomorrow, and we have so much to do.

I storm down the stairs, grabbing a blanket off the couch to wrap around me, and head out the back door. Deep inside, I know that I’m not really worried about the twins being kept up late. But this doesn’t stop me from making my way across my yard, through the trees, and onto Victor’s property.

When I step into Victor’s yard, a figure steps out of the brush to my left. “Halt!”

I jump, suppressing a scream, as I realize that it’s just one of his Betas.

“I’m sorry,” I say, “It’s just me, it’s Evelyn. I’m just coming to check on my boys.”

The Beta has a quick, muffled conversation with someone through the speaker on his shoulder and then nods to me. “That’s all right.” He fades back into the darkness.

Shaking my head at this level of security, and how many jump scares they’ve put me through in the past two days, I make my way past the pool and up to the house.

Inside the house is quiet, and I’m ashamed, a little, at my consideration that Victor may have kept the boys up. Clearly, the house is asleep.

“Hey,” says a voice across the kitchen. I turn and notice Beta Edgar sitting at the kitchen’s wide island, a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Oh, hi,” I say, awkwardly. “Um, I came because…”

He smiles at me warmly. “Do you need a reason?”

I laugh a little and step closer to him, leaning on the far side of the island. “Well, knowing Victor, I probably do.” I lower my voice, imitating him, “What are you doing here, Evelyn? Did you make an appointment? Don’t know you my schedule is booked solid for the next five weeks?”

Edgar laughs a little and I grimace, “Sorry. I shouldn’t make fun of your boss,” I say. “That’s unfair.”

“No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, “he’s actually…a lot easier than some of the other Alphas. He’s strict, don’t get me wrong. But he’s fair, and he treats us like people.”

“Good,” I say softly. I look up the stairs, wondering about my kids. “So, how did tonight go? Are they okay?”

“They’re fine,” Edgar says. “There’s nothing to worry about. They pigged out, had a lot of laughs, and then Victor put on a movie for them in their room. Asleep by ten.”

I say,

says Edgar, matching my expression. “It’s really

him, and step closer, taking a seat on the stool next to him.

short straw tonight. And also,” he says, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb

looking to the door with surprise. “Why didn’t he go

could spend the evening with the boys, but he won’t

“Does he do this a

Alpha,” Edgar says, shrugging. “He doesn’t go to bed until the job is done. He takes

aspect of Victor’s personality. He continues to surprise me. I think part of me always thought he was just another rich boy, inheriting power. But more and

you,” Edgar says, interrupting my thoughts. “Why

at him and shrugging. “Mom stuff. It’s my…first

a long

say, grimacing. “I guess I’m not handling it as well as

over to the

narrowing his eyes

“But I don’t like the way he is talking

knew the minute their mother came into the house, as they always do – though they hadn’t yet told her how well they could sense her. There was

to see

come see our new

Edgar talking

slink silently down the stairs

see you there, as a teenager, dancing on the Champs-Elysees for

up so much. “The pennies didn’t buy much,” she says, shrugging, “just a couple of croissants, but it was an amazing summer. Until my dad came and

a moment, smiling at Evelyn, before saying, “well, I’m sorry you didn’t get to stay, but, selfishly…I’m glad you

smiles back. “Thank you, Edgar, I’m

more stories about Paris? About your life?” Edgar holds his breath, waiting. Evelyn’s mouth

Victor standing there, his arms crossed, glaring at them. Edgar leaps to his feet, saluting. “Sir!,” he

his arms to his

turning on his heel and heading

his gaze to Evelyn, who still sits

you doing

make sure the boys were in bed, that you weren’t keeping them up