Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 134

The ride home that afternoon, with everyone packed into the van is…awkward.

I grimace, leaning back against Victor as I survey the variety of emotions that I see on everyone’s faces.

Rafe looks just plain ill, leaning his head back against his headrest, gritting his teeth against the pain that runs through his body every time the packed van hits a bump or a pothole. His chest is wrapped tightly with bandages, the Beta medic recommending he be checked immediately for broken ribs. Next to him, Bridgette is anxious, worried, miserable. She stares at Rafe, eager to help his every need, but no knowing, precisely, how.

her beauty and simplicity, but because he knew he could control her. As a beta-born girl posing as alpha-born, he would certainly have the upper hand in the relationship.

for it, rather than admit his own mistake.

g with him, that I had to go to him.

impulse to be at his side in that moment. Perhaps there was something in the privileges of being Alpha-born that made me know that it

I’ll never really now.

despite my dismissal of t

had just run, run until my lungs burned with the effort. I hadn’t felt the cold, hadn’t stopped to think about where Victor might be. I had just…known.

d had grabbed the closest object I could find.

big person and I certainly don’t lift weights to make my arms strong. But in that moment, I just…did it.

frown as I consider the mystery of it all. How did I lift that limb? How did I know where Victor was? How did I know, even, that he was hurt a

right?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against

n’t need to hear my musings. “Make a note, though,” I say, “that next time we take a family trip, you need to get a second van.”

urning his attention back to the phone in his hand.

When we have less on our minds.

overtibly, I know, he has proven himself. And I also know that the person he is texting now is his lawyer, working to make changes to the legislation of the Kensington pack so that his family can no longer call his leadership into question.

But there are still pro

us to pieces and take the scraps for himself. And I am still, technically, legally, his property.

ake me his Luna, he has a legal obligation to go to the negotiations table with my father. And my father is going to

has died down, but this is going to ignite some serious paparazzi flames. Victor’s “play thing,” which he kept in his little “doll house” out back during his whole relationship, taking Amelia’s place just weeks after her brutal dismissal?

ess was going to crucify me.

er arrival in the back garden, her promise to destroy us. I shouldn’t underestimate her and I have no idea what she has up her sleeve.

uddenly, at everything that we have before us. At everything that’s coming with this new d

hes from mine. “What’s wrong with your face?”

?”

there. “You’re all wrinky,” he says, worry in his voice. “What’s happening?”

e, baby,” I say, “leave me to my own.”

cheeks, prodding there. “Is it different?”

It’s changing.”

my arms.

g,” he says, determined, “tell me you were kidding.”

says, unnerved at the idea, suddenly, of change, of growing up. “I’m going to get uglier, or not gro

quinting with joy and pride at this young man I’m lucky enough

or’s other side, playing a game on my phone. I hadn’t known he had been listening.

says Victor, curious.

attention to his game. “Because then I can get the best Luna. And we learned this weekend that it’s very impor

urse,” I say, tickled by the idea. “Yes, that’s all we’re good for.”

spers, like it’s our little secret.

rable. Two peas from the same pod. But now, I’m realizing that they’re growing into two separate, equally wonderful people. And I love them so much, suddenly, that it almost burns within me.

My eyes fill up and I struggle to hold my

the same thoughts, feeling the same feelings, as one.

own.

We’re going to make this pack, this worl