Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 1
“I need to taste you right now, Evelyn.” Mark’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your a*s up here.” Mark is all stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tanned, brawny lycanthrope handcuffed to my headboard. He’s all mine, for now.
“Uncuff me,” he pants. “I have to f**k you. Now.” I kiss him slowly and move my hand to the bowl on the bedside table where I keep the key, but my fingers slip against empty porcelain. I pull away from Mark in confusion.
“Did you move the key, Mark? It’s gone.”
y. We have our answer. “Boys,” I call, glaring at the door. “You owe Mark an apology.” The door cracks open and two pairs of impish eyes peek a
!” His eyes are bright as he leaps onto the bed.
mommy’s favorite game – we added a twist!” He sm
artfully unlocking the cuffs with a bent paper clip.
me in a hug.
” The boys chorus, Ian’s voice bri
me, his voice unusually timid. I look down and am surprised
Mark, it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. We’re not shy about bodies in this house.”
.
over.”
ther’s identity, and I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But no
you breakfast,” I say, ruffling their hair and pushing them towards the door. Mark rubs his wrists and watches them go.
ings, in this house,” he says. I don’t take it as criticism.
y body forward and stretching out against the length of him. “And I’m not going be ashamed of that, especially not in front of my boys.”
s obliques, and then lower, feeling him harden against me. “Now,”
ork done?” I say.
eyebrows at him, inviting him to say more.
ns learned to talk. Alvin and Ian are so different, I think, looking them over as I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes they seem like they’re two halves of one person, able to speak each other’s mind.
ter that?”
tly pushing in his chair. “After we played so much on the quiz website and did so well.” He shrugs slightly. “We always know all the answers.”
an against the counter. “Quiz website? When did you do that?”
wers right, and they want us to come compete!”
ut how they spend their class time. “Okay,” I say, “Let me look at the details and we’ll see. In the meantime!” I clap my hands twice. “Get your backpacks! Time to go!”
quiz competition?”
do you ask, Alvin? Why all these questions about your dad today?”
g or looking back. “We just want to make him proud,” Ian says, smiling wide and revealing the gap left by the loss of his front tooth just last week.
wrinkle my nose at them, and we hear the school bell ring softly in the distance.
vin says, genuinely concer
he boys off at school is some of the only me-time I get during the day. After this, it’s all work, work, work. As I walk, I pull my phone
ictor.
the headline reads, followed by dozens of photos of our future Alpha King and his supermodel mate lounging on the beach, her sipping cocktails, him gr
rested,” I mutter. The last thing I need to see are pictures of Victor and his mate in the next chap
when I open my phone? Is the universe trying to tell me something?
to take to the grave.