Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 241

When I wake, the other side of the bed is disappointingly empty. I reach my hand out, brushing the sheets where Victor’s body left an impression behind, tracing the phantom shape of him.

“Oh well,” I murmur, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head. I’d catch him next time. I look around the room, scratching my head and running my fingers through my hair, trying to wake up. I’m suddenly struck by how wonderfully ordinary it is to wake up in my own room in my own bed in my own little cottage. After our rather mystical journey out in the forest, what was once mundane seems a bit magical.

I smile, hopping out of bed and pulling on my robe. Ten minutes later, I’m downstairs in the kitchen looking around at an apparently empty house. What?

e was my family?

ittle padding of feet on the stairs.

ing if I was all alone. Maybe the ghosts came and kidnapped you all.”

ith a little frown. “Maybe something else kidnapped him?”

I press my lips together, interested. “Your dad’s not h

a stool to lift out the milk, which he runs to place on the table.

”

rly disappointed.

softly, putting the bowl on the table and crouching down by my son.

,” he murmurs. “And they l

him in for a little hug, crushing the cereal box a little between us. “That’s all right! We’ll have our own adventure today – a better o

“Really?” he asks.

ff to the table, climbing onto the chair and pouring his breakfast into a bowl.

little adventure fixed his mood so quickly.

d to do was…plan an adventure.

ront door eagerly about

But I do.

d the Beta guard who is standing awkwardly by the door, trying not to get involved.

een drinking again.

g a hand through his hair. “Just…didn’t feel like goi

so bad,” he sighs. “I didn’t notice.”

e like some bad dog being punished?”

to admit that the gesture makes me smirk a little. I’d rather see him angry than depressed and despondent on my front porch. “I just…didn’t feel like coming in.”

, giving a little shrug and trying to block out any feelings of worry or pity for him

tairs.

ur business if I am?”

starts.

, cutting him off. “I’m not o

ive a little laugh and hurry on my way.

over my shoulder. “Clean yourself up!”

e.

te?”

rmur, looking over my shoulder as I pull out of our driveway. Alvin gives a little shout of joy, putting his hands in the air like he’s

gh, I catch a glimpse of Rafe standing on the porch, watching us go. Alvin looks back as well.

cle Rafe to be sick. Or sad.”

g a hand over my son’s little head and starting down the road. “He’s just…uncle Rafe made some stupid choices, and now they’re all coming back to bite him.”

m snap at each other. “What kinds of choices?”

ignificant look and deciding that my kid doesn’t need to know all the gory details. “But he really hurt Bridgette’s feelin

lvin considers, thinking hard. “Maybe

hat would do him some good.”

rented cabin, but I have no idea what we’ll find when we get there.