Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

I should be devastated by the fact that they’re starting to figure out my identity, but frankly, at this point,

I’m emotionally exhausted by it all. The fact is that my father already knows where I am and the boys

exist, so there’s no one else I’m really trying to keep it a secret from. While I would of course prefer not

to be on television with my private life broadcast to the world – again – there’s not much I can do now.

I just sit back and try to ride the wave.

The television turns to a commercial for home insurance and the boys fall away from the tv, returning to

some blocks that they’ve been playing with on the floor.

“What’s the next step, Victor?” Amelia asks, looking up at him from her spot on the other side of the L-

shaped couch.

He runs a hand through his uncharacteristically disheveled hair, staring passively at the tv. “Well,

ideally, we would have already been married, to bring some stability to this situation. It doesn’t look

good to be what the press is now calling a ‘single father,’ in politics. I think, for now, it’s best to stay the

course, unless something else…”

His voice fades out as the show abruptly returns, the words News Flash splashed across the screen.

“We are just now receiving new information,” the same reporter says, her face now bright and eager,

“that sources are confirming the identity of the boys’ mother.”

The same blurry photo flashes on the screen. “Persons close to the family are now confirming that this

is indeed Evelyn Ortega, a psychologist and single mother who was, until yesterday, a Rogue member

of James Willard’s pack.

“However,” the reporter continues, a certain amount of glee now in her voice, “there is evidence that

Evelyn Ortega has previously been known as Evelyn Walsh,”

“Oh gosh,” I say, rolling my eyes and pulling my blanket up over my head. “Here we go.”

“Disowned daughter of Alpha John Walsh, and Victor Kensington’s famous one-night girlfriend.” With

this, they flash one of the old, horrible images onto the screen from that night six years ago. Of course,

they’ve picked one of the more scandalous photos that a paparazzi took of Victor and I through his

suite’s window while I was in a rather…uncommon position.

As it’s prime-time TV, the station was forced to cut out the more scandalous parts of the image and blur

out anything that they couldn’t cut. But still, from my hands pressed against the window and the…

emotive…expression on my face, it’s pretty clear what’s happening.

“Oh my god,” Amelia says, shading her eyes with her hand and looking down at her cup of tea. I know

she’s not squeamish, and surely she’s seen these images before. I peek at her face and can see that

she’s furious.

“Mama!” Alvin says, running forward to the tv to get a better look.

“Mom, when was this?” Ian asks, joining his brother. “Are we in this photo too?”

“Come away form there, boys,” I say, sitting up and waving them over to me. “Victor, can we turn this

off? They don’t need to hear this.”

“No,” says Amelia, glaring at me. “I’m watching it.”

“You’re not even looking,” I say, glaring at her scornfully.

Defiantly, she turns her face to the TV and opens her eyes in a big show of paying rapt attention. Victor

ignores both of us, fixedly watching the reporter summarize the events of that night.

The journalist on screen presses her finger to her ear, clearly listening to someone feeding her

information through a headphone. “Our reporters behind the scene are indeed reporting that the

timeline works out. Enrollment for Ian and Alvin Ortega at a local elementary school do report that the

boys are approximately six years old, which does suggest that they are precisely the right age to be the

product of Victor Kensington’s one-night affair with Evelyn Walsh.”

She takes a minute to continue listening to the voice in her ear. “We further report that after the boys’

claiming yesterday Alpha Kensington did indeed take the formely-Rogue Evelyn Ortega into his

custody as a pack member.”

The journalist smirks at us from inside the screen. “Well well well. It looks like Evelyn Walsh is very

much back in the picture for Victor Kensington, and the mother of his children to boot. How can Amelia

Jones possibly feel about this?”

The reporter’s smirk turns into a downright grin, suggesting that she can’t wait to begin the wild

speculation on that front. Amela scoffs and hurriedly stands up from the couch, stomping off into the

kitchen. Victor looks after her, but lets her go.

I’m watching Victor watch Amelia and am thus surprised when a little boy barrels into me with a hug.

“Oof!” I say, losing my breath a bit, but wrapping my arms around Ian none the less.

“Mama, now you’re famous too!” He says, smiling up at me. “We’re going to be movie stars!”

“We are?!” I say, pretending to be shocked and excited.

“No, you’re going to be Alphas,” Victor says, a little passively, still studying the TV. “Leaders of men.”

I wink at Ian. “Well, you can go be an Alpha. I’ll be a movie star for both of us.” Ian giggles and nestles

down with me in my blankets. Alvin walks over to Victor and stretches his arms high, begging to be

picked up. Victor complies.

“I’ll be an Alpha,” Alvin says, resting his head against Victor’s shoulder as they both watch TV.

“Damn fine Alpha, too,” Victor murmurs, stroking our son’s head.

I lose my breath a little, in that moment, watching Victor hold our son, rocking him back and forth, in

some ways the very picture of what was now destined to be Alvin’s own future. Would he, too, grow up

with so many stresses on his shoulders? I grimace at the thought. But then, looking at Victor, my

worries disappear.

He will teach his sons to handle it.