Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 32

“Ian, you need to slow down!” I call after him, shaking my head as he bursts through Victor’s back door like a tornado. Alvin isn’t far behind him. “Boys –“

I step into the kitchen moments later and see that they’ve left chaos on their wake. Their backpacks are thrown on the floor and four little shoes dot their path up the stairs. The greatest casualty yet, Amelia stands with her mouth still open in a gasp, looking after them with tea splashed all over the island and her white sweater.

“Oh, god,” I say, quickly moving to the paper towels. “I’m so sorry Amelia, did they startle you?” Ripping one free, I quickly work to mop up the mess on the kitchen island where she was sitting. Then, on mom instinct, I reach to dab at her sweater

me with a dirty look.

. Great one, Evelyn, not only have your sons ruined her sweater but now you’ve tried

ffer, lamely.

urs, carefully applying water at the sink. “It’s last season, anyway.”

s, if that’s possible. Standing next to her, I feel every inch the country mouse next to a swan.

.

ly. I try a soft smile and she smirks, moving to the teapot to make another cup.

me one as well?”

do with our sons’ kidnapping. I still have my doubts, but if Victor believes her, that means Amelia is going to be sticking around. If she’s going to be my sons’ stepmom, then I both of our lives would be better if we could come to some kind of agreement. A friendship, even.

eater.” I venture, try

” She says shortly. Of course. Everything she owns is f

s teabags into the mugs. “When I was a teenager.”

. “I would have had no idea.”

y.

ing.”

hion. This year I’ll be taking Victor with me.” She leaves my mug on the counter.

nd try again.

Are you in

back about twenty pages and then holds up the magazine so that I can see it. It’s a picture of her, looking absolutely stunning in a white wedding gown

ible,” I say, leaning forward for a better look. Before I can get it though, she snaps the magazine back and continues where she left off.

at you

wants a more…traditional look, for our wedding.”

mmm,” I say, glad she’s talking. “And if it were up to you, you’d wear that one?”

“If it were up to me,” she says, still flipping pages and continuing to not look at me, “I’d have three different gowns – one for the ceremony, the recepti

sounds very Amelia. “Are you excited?”

, looking up at me.

marrying

We got this amazing chateau off the coast that’s totally exclusive, so no paparazzi, and nobody I don’t want there,” she says, flicking her eyes over me pointedly.

island – and absolutely everyone is coming. It’s going to be…fantastic.”

”

asks, blinking at me as she pulls out of her reverie. “I just told you I was.”

e wants.”

e, a wife, children, and all that entails. Amelia seems to want…a wedding.

to an Alpha, and nobody said a word to me. I really wish someone had.

ays, holding my gaze. “Yeah, I

d experience for me. I remember being really excited about my wedding too, but then after all the excitement was gone, I realized that I didn’t think enough about what my life was going to be like as this man’s wife. It was a mistake. I wish I had given it more thought.”

st. “What?” she says.

h better if two people are really on the same page about what they’re expecting in a mar-“

s. “Was he your mate?”

is my mate – we’re designed to be together. And this Joyce, did you live with him?”

time.

together with him even after his reputation was destroyed in the press by a one-night stand. I think I know him now. And lastly, this Joyce, was he

looking down at my hands.

So that’s three things that make your absolute sham of a marriage completely different than mine.

a little, “if I don’t take marriage advice from some w***e who cheated on her husband the day after she married him, picking

, five years later, begging for scraps.”

d stripped down, not only by her cruel words, but by how…real they feel. Amelia has said exactly the things which my subconscious whispers to me on my darkest nights. In so many ways, she’s exactl

d quickly make my way across the yard.

e her leaning casually against the door frame. “Do us all a favor, and disappear. Stay the f**k away from my husband.”