Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 55
The day of the claiming dawns bright and clear. I am almost woozy with lack of sleep, having spent the whole night – as promised – tearing apart Amelia’s table cloth and making it into something new.
I caught a few hours of sleep, just before dawn, but now I’m up, showered, and ready to face the day. In the soft yellow light of morning I lift the linen dress up over my head and let it slip down over the length of my body, falling all the way to the floor.
Ultimately, I decided on a very simple pattern. My dress is almost Grecian in its drape. Its simple lines fall from my shoulders to the floor with a slight hitch at the waist, my arms left bare. I study myself in the mirror, pleased with the result. It’s simple, but it’s elegant. And I look damn good in it.
to open the door to the boys’ bedroom. “Alvin, Ian –“ I call and then stop short when I see them standing in the middle
– what are you two d
so excited,” Alvin says, finishing with his brother and striking a pose for me. “How do we look.”
the stairs. “Now we just have to figure out how to feed you without getting lucky charm stains all over your clean clothes…”
community, of culture. The moonlight is the space in which we come to know our selves, but in the sun – with the light of day – we come to recognize those to whom we are kin.
– begrudgingly – that Amelia has done a wonderful job. The entire yard is elegantly draped in white, so much so that it almost looks like a little alpin
The rest of the guests – there are tons of them – gather around us, peaking around our shoulders to watch the action. There are politicians here, celebrities, members of the press – most of whom I don’t know and who I hope, very much, don’t recognize me.
today, everyone dressed in white (I guess they all got the memo). I scan the faces all around us and am pleased w
latively unimportant pack. Did Victor invite him here because of me? If so, it was a very kind gesture, and I’ll have to remember to thank him. It’s good for Willard, too, being able to rub shoulders with all of the big dogs.
running the ceremony – she’s important for him, politically, and I personally quite like her politics.
inues, her voice strong and steady. “Long separated by time, distance, and misunderstanding, they have come together
at her left. My heart aches sharply when I notice that Alvin and Ian are holding each other’s hands.
oup, gorgeous in her white strapless ballgown. Every inch the Alpha’s wife.
.”
teps so that they’re both facing him. Victor pulls a bone-handled knife from his pocket. It looks ancient, but gleams as if new.
Victor say
in tiny beads, soon becoming a trickle.
hand into his blood, “I mark you as my children and my heirs. Ian,” he intones solemnly, drawing a line of blood down Ian’s face from forehead to chin, “my first born. And Alvin,” he marks Alvin the same way, continuin
his happy day.
ctor’s hand, their own hands growing red. Then, they each press their hand to Victor’s cheek, leaving a five-pointed mark of their own commitment, their own claiming of their father.
with them, hollering and clapping my heart out, my eyes and heart full. Alvin catches my eye and then, a moment later, Ian does the same. They both wave their little bloody hands at me and I can’t help laughing myself silly. The press goes wild, snapping
es add their signatures to the bottom of the page, careful to get as little blood on it as possible. Then, Victor escorts the boys back to the head of the circle.
er my shoulder.
ington has requested my services for one more matter.”
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