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

Edgar, matching my expression. “It’s really

and step closer, taking a seat on the stool next to him. “If everyone’s asleep, then why

straw tonight. And also,” he says, pointing over his

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

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

“Does he do this

“He doesn’t go to bed until

always thought he was just another rich

Edgar says, interrupting

you know,” I say, smiling at him and shrugging.

a long time?”

not handling it as well as I’d

walking over to the machine. “If you’re

Alvin, narrowing his

thought Beta Edgar was our friend,” Alvin replies. “But I don’t like the way he is talking to our

mother came into the house, as they always do – though they

to see us”

come see our new room, and our fort.” Both glare

Edgar talking to mama.” Alvin

down the stairs towards their father’s office. There, they pry open the door

amazing,” Edgar says, laughing. “I can see you there, as a teenager, dancing on the Champs-Elysees for tourists’

much,” she says, shrugging, “just a couple of croissants, but it was an amazing

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

“Thank you, Edgar, I’m glad

night I could…take you out? To hear more stories about Paris? About your life?”

throat. Both turn at once to see Victor standing there, his arms

Victor says, and Edgar snaps his arms to his side. “Don’t you have duties to

heel and heading out the back

sits at his counter, grasping her

are you

the boys were in bed, that you weren’t