Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 12
I breathe deeply through my nose as rage takes over the terror in my body. Emily. Frickin. James. God, I thought I was finally finished with her drama – but apparently, she’s still out to ruin my life.
Six months ago, I was having a totally normal therapy session with Emily’s boyfriend Keith, a Beta. He asked me for my professional opinion on some…spots, which had mysteriously appeared on his p***s. I told him that hat was outside of my jurisdiction as a counselor and told him to seek medical attention.
But then Keith started crying, saying that if he came down with an STD like moonpox they weren’t going to let him continue in his job. I bit my lip then, because he’s right – moonpox is very contagious, especially amongst Betas in a small pack who tend to share gear and clothing.
re. “It’s probably fine, Keith – you’re probably panicking over nothing.
Evelyn,”
ying to soothe him. “Moonpox has a very distinctive silver ring around any…sores. You’re definitely going to be able to
just tell me what you see.” He
his jeans down to his knees.
back covered my eyes. “God, Keith! Put that away – I’m not a doc-“
from my face. Before I could squeeze my eyes shut, I caught a glimpse and did a double take.
hhhh no, Keith” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from the gross sight before me. All over his sizeable member were red spots, oozing pus, with dis
ith’s horror stories from about his girlfriend.
ws. “I KNEW you’d be here with this w***e!”
ll around his knees, began to go into full transformation. I jumped out of my chair and was across the room in a moment, seeking safety. This is part of what Keith came to talk to me about – controlling his tempe
ight.
my hands. This was going to be the start to a whole world of trouble, I knew.
, and everyone knows Emily is crazy. This is just her lashing out.”
e grimaces at me. “Do you mind if we complete that first?”
s get it done.”
Great!” she says, dashing for her car. “Let me
ne!?”
s up. “Wait till you see!”
a series of metal boxes and computers. “All of this…for a phone call?”
them through as I add signature after signature – I trust her.
switch. A green light turns on. “The client has asked for a short pre-p
can do my job sounding like me, or like a robot.
number.
ed counseling appointment. All is set up here on our end.” I hear a long pause from the client, and then a mumbled reply.
me and skirts out the door, giving us privacy.
sounds bizarre – like some kind of monster speaking to me from far-away lands. “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.”
to help,” I say, “What is it you’d like
ere, when they weren’t scheduled to be. I apologize if they affect this call.”
they’re unexpected.”
rp.
ly Alphas, it’s best to let them take the lead. And I can already tell, this guy is an Alpha.
ave a child?”
n’t be good co-parents, or if it would ruin their existing relationship.”
continue. “There could be communication problem
inking.
”
can sense his temper rising. “But apparently, we are not on the same page.”
? Or is this personal?”
ntrol. “Before we go there, let me make sure you’re qualified to address the problem.”
I tell you about me?”
counseling? What are your success rates?”
swer, the client fires back with more questions, probing, ensuring that there are no weaknesses to my skills.
ve demand, I am surer and surer until – suddenly – even through the distortion I hear an uncanny sound.
und I’d know in my sleep because it’s woken me up at least twelve times since Christmas. Ian’s horrible firetruck toy, which he took to Victor’s house this morning.
y bones. It’s Victor.