Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

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#Chapter 114 – Alone on our own

I few days later, I sit in my closet, my fingers buried in my hair as I stare at the rotary phone on the

floor.

It’s been an incredibly busy couple of days, the first of the new year. The boys have started with their

new tutor, I’ve been reconnecting with clients after the holidays, and, generally, just trying to get life to

normal after the complete blow out of the last two weeks.

But behind it all, creeping up on me, staring over my shoulder, is the knowledge that for the first since

we’ve met…Victor and I are both single.

We haven’t even really had a moment to sit alone with each other in the past few days – Victor,

likewise, is caught up with his Beta project, as well as developing the school, but in the times when

we’ve met together to talk about what’s best for the boys…

I feel…

Just, a tension between us. This unspoken knowledge that, now, there’s nothing holding us back. But

perhaps…perhaps I wanted something to hold me back? I don’t know.

And then, there’s Edgar. As I stare at the wall in my closet, I allow myself, finally, to consider my

feelings about my breakup.

In the past few days I’ve done precisely what I advise my clients not to do: I’ve avoided the issue. I’ve

ignored my thoughts of him, pressed down my feelings, stayed busy, made sure I was so exhausted at

night that I didn’t have time to let my thoughts drift in Edgar’s direction before I fell asleep.

But here, now? All I have is time as I wait for the phone to ring.

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Edgar. I frown, thinking of him, of his handsome face, his soft black curls. He was, in so many ways,

the perfect man for me – precisely what I had been looking for. Strong, steady. Good in bed. I blush a

little, thinking of it.

But, inexorably, unfairly, my thoughts turn to Victor – as they always do. It was always doomed with

Edgar, I think, with Victor living next door. And in my heart, I know it’s true – hell, even Edgar knew it

was true.

But in another time, another place. Would it have worked?

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I wonder, then, what would have happened if instead of breaking up with me, Edgar had burst into the

house and swept me away with him. Told me to pack my bags, pack my kids, that we were

disappearing, that we were going to build a new life away from all of this.

Away from pack politics, away from all this Alpha bullshit. I could have given my boys the life I dreamed

for them – the one where they got to choose their futures. Maybe Edgar would have taken us deep into

the mountains, to live in a cabin. Or the desert, where we could live in a yurt under the desert sky.

But then, I realize, with rather a sudden shock, that of course Edgar didn’t do that.

He didn’t fight for me. He didn’t come in, teeth bared, ready to fight Victor for me, ready to take me

away, desperate to lose me. Instead, he came to my house and bowed out, leaving nothing behind but

that cryptic note.

I feel, very suddenly, very awful. What was wrong with me, then?

Why was it that I feel myself torn between these two men, and neither are fighting to be with me? Victor

chose Amelia, he was going to marry her if she hadn’t locked my sons in that cupboard –

And Edgar – Edgar didn’t choose me either. He chose independence instead.

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When would anyone choose me? Or…

It hits me like a brick, then. The strong possibility that no one ever would.

I jump, snapping out of my reverie, as the phone begins ringing. I stare at it, despite the noise echoing

in my closet.

It’s wrong, now. Undeniably wrong, to answer that phone, to continue to be Victor’s therapist. The

power that I originally sought in taking on this façade is no longer at stake. When the original threat had

passed, I told myself I was doing it to keep an eye on Amelia. That threat, too, is gone.

So why keep going? Why am I sitting here, why haven’t I cancelled the sessions through the agency,

told them I’m too busy?

The phone continues to ring.

God damnit, I’m a selfish woman.

I grab the receiver and bring it up to my ear. “Hello?”

“Hello,” I hear Victor’s voice on the other end. As always, it’s a mechanized voice, a robot, but I could

tell, now – after all these months – it was him, just by the cadence behind it. “Are you busy? It took you

awhile to come to the phone today.”

“Apologies,” I say, leaning back against my closet wall. “Just a momentary distraction. I hope you’ll

forgive me.”

“Quite all right.”

“So,” I say, a little awkward. “How…have you been?”

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“I’ve been okay,” he says, thoughtful. I wonder where he’s sitting now – where it is that he takes these

calls. Probably at his desk, of course, but I can’t help but imagine him laying in his bed. His warm

tanned skin against the cool white cotton of the sheets…

I blink and shake my head, snapping myself out of it. “The last time we talked,” I say, “we discussed

your family’s attempt to take over power from you. How is that progressing?”

I’m surprised to hear that his answer is fairly light. “I’m actually feeling much better about that,” he says.

“Really?” I ask. “What progressed to make that happen?”

“Someone…someone stepped in,” he says, hesitating. I’m curious – who could he have been talking

about? Did Annabeth make some sort of connection to help him?

“Can you tell me any more?” I ask, deeply curious.

“The mother of my children,” he says, and I feel so surprised that shock tingles in my fingers. What?

“She stepped forward,” he continues, “really came to my aid when I needed her quite badly.”

“That is wonderful to hear,” I murmur, uncomfortable to be discussing myself. I’ve got to get us off this

topic. “Tell me more about your future plans for your pack.”

“Well,” he says, hesitating. “I’d actually rather talk to you about her.”

I grit my teeth, frustrated at my inability to steer him otherwise. “Of course,” I say.

“I was hoping you could give me some advice on my next steps,” he says. “My last relationship only

ended about a week ago, which makes things a little awkward but…”

He fades off here and I feel my stomach drop like a stone as I wait, breathless, for his next words.

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“I’m having some very real feelings for this woman. I think that…I think that there’s something very real

there, something…big. I can’t explain it. But I think that she’s the Luna I want, the one that I’m actually

meant to be with. And I have absolutely no idea how to proceed with…courting her?” He laughs a little,

a self-deprecating sound. “Does that make any sense?”

My breath comes quick, and I can hear myself panting into the phone.

My mind is almost blank with panic. s**t, s**t. How on earth am I supposed to advise him on this? Tell

him how to court me?

But underneath it all, all of these frantic thoughts, my intuition is screaming at me: wrong. Wrong.

Wrong!

This is wrong. I know that it’s wrong.

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I have to end this call, this relationship. I’m so sorry, I can’t be your therapist

anymore.”

With that, I slam the receiver down and shove the phone away from me. I stare at it for a long while,

willing my breath to slow. Then, I lean forward and unplug it from the wall, so it can’t ring again.

“Okay.” I say to myself, rubbing my hands up and down my thighs to get the sweat off of them. “It’s

done, it’s over. No harm done. The agency will set him up with someone else. Someone who can

actually help him.”

Decided, I stand up and pull an old blanket down from a shelf above my head. I carefully drape it over

the phone. I’ll have the agency come and pick it up in a few days but, until then, this will do.

I leave my closet then, closing the door carefully behind me, and then leaning back against it.

Despite myself, my thoughts drift back to what he said.

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Victor says he wants me. Really wants me, wants to…wants me to be his Luna. Maybe even wants to

marry me.

I bite my lip, considering. Could he really mean it?

Could I ever get over the fact that less than a week ago, he picked Amelia over me?

And what, really, is it that I want?

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