Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 237
Before me, surrounded by what looks like a dozen empty pizza boxes and at least six drained bottles of whiskey, Rafe is dead asleep on his belly, spread across my living room rug.
“Oh my god,” Alvin whispers eagerly, his hands pressed to his mouth. “Is he dead?”
“No he’s not dead,” I scold, giving my son a reproachful look as I stalk towards my mate’s brother. Inwardly, I pray that it’s not a lie. What the hell happened to this man?
and looking closely at Rafe’s chest face and back to make sure that he’s breathing. I give a little sig
stubble and that he has dark circles under his eyes.
ss it is.
pillow under their head than scold them. But Rafe hasn’t precisely been in my good graces lately, has he?
me.
Whiskey is gross,” I reply
” Ian points out, frowning
.”
icated…”
ets what he was saying as
he walks into the living room, staring at his brother.
hen table. I reach for it, curious, and flip it open.
log
too much. Please understand that this is not a reflection of my dedication to you and your family. Notify me upon your return so that I
ionately,
Burton
my journey to the fridge. As I pour myself a cool glass of water, I consider that I’m not surprised that Burton has left – he shouldn’t have to put up with his boss’s brother acting like an i***t. But it does make me wonder how long this went on – Burton is not easily flustered. If Rafe really was too much, then how long did…
nto his back. The boys giggle as Victor lightly slaps Rafe’s cheeks, trying to get him to come to. Alvin and Ian stand over them
for the better.
in as Victor calls his name, pressin
t up! You need a bath!”
flash open. I lean against my kitchen counter, watching discreetly from a d
round at the three of them. “You’re
u’re a mess.”
hen he falls on his back, his face turning a little green. “Oh my god,” he murmurs, bringing a hand to his head. “I think I need a bucket…”
gonna blow!” Ian
rted that you ran out of food –“
smile to see him do it, admiring the way it makes the muscles in his arms swell. “You had a complete meltdown? Decided to drink yourself to death? And apparently threw a…” he looks around, confused, at all of the empty greasy boxes, “a pizza party? What the hell, man?”
almly, pleased to see Rafe take his medicine a bit. He deserves far worse than a scolding.
ing!” Rafe groans, putting his head back on the floor, clearly a little angry to be called out and embarrassed to be found like this. “Don’t tell me how to mourn – you left me alone in this worl
to do would be to go into the woods and try to find them, to raise them so that they could inherit the pack? Or, even if you didn’t want to do that, to – I don’t know – actually make some effort to run the pack yourself?”
n the rug, clearly ashamed of himself.
-gentle nudge with his foot. “Well?” he pushes, “what do you have to say for yourself?”
thing and Ian giggles behind him on the couch. “Uncle Rafe’s gonna get grounded,” he whispers loudly to Alvin. Alvin
for this, because I never thought I’d see you again!”
fe. We’ve got things to do, and I need you at top form.”
a moment?”
needs a minute to process this, I can tell, and I can hold down the fort while he d
ars up the stairs, I saunter into t
unk glass of water. “How ya doing?”
ad you’re not dying anymore.”
eel his shirt off as he goes. I start after them, leaving Rafe alone, but he calls my name out as I walk away.
” he says to me, the water still clutched in one hand. “Have you – have you heard from Br
t I’m guessing you haven’t either?”
just shakes his head, letting it hang again. “She won’t…she won’t return my c
,” I quip, turning my back to him, not caring if I hurt his feelings. “You never deserve to hear from her again. And she deserves better than a drunk who lies to her over
s pain sink into my heart, though. He’s caused too much of it to earn my pity now.
I’ve got other things on my mind.
re he finishes up.