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, raising

matching my expression. “It’s really

him, and step closer, taking a seat on the stool next to him. “If everyone’s asleep, then why is this place lit up like LAX? Why are

“I just drew short straw tonight. And also,” he says, pointing over his

looking to the door with surprise. “Why

admiringly. “He put off some work so that he could spend the evening with

say, likewise impressed. “Does he

shrugging. “He doesn’t go to bed until the job is done. He takes it

of me always thought he was just another rich boy, inheriting power. But more

says, interrupting

you know,” I say, smiling at him and shrugging. “Mom stuff. It’s my…first

a long time?”

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

get you a coffee,” he says, standing up and walking over to the machine. “If you’re going to

see him?” Ian whispers to Alvin, narrowing his eyes at the man talking to

thought Beta Edgar was our friend,” Alvin replies. “But I don’t like

the house, as they always do – though they hadn’t yet told her how well they could

came to see us”

he captured her, and won’t let her come see our new room, and our

Edgar talking

and, as one, slink silently down the stairs towards their father’s office. There, they pry open the door on silent hinges

says, laughing. “I can see you there,

a couple of croissants, but it was an amazing

takes a moment, smiling at Evelyn, before saying, “well, I’m sorry you didn’t get to stay, but, selfishly…I’m glad you came back. Or else I never would have

“Thank you, Edgar, I’m glad to have

some night I could…take you out? To hear more stories about Paris? About your life?” Edgar holds his breath, waiting.

Victor standing there, his arms crossed, glaring at them. Edgar leaps

his arms to his side. “Don’t you have duties

on his heel and

sits at

are you doing here,

“I saw the lights on. I came to make sure the boys were in bed,