All Chapters of Pregnant With Billionaire Alpha's Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Seeing a pouch of papers seated on my thighs, I quiver at the mere thought of knowing what is written inside.“Pick it up,” Dexter orders once again, causing me to flinch from fear.Unwillingly, I reach for the brown envelope and open it, a bunch of papers come falling out which I catch with my hand blocking the opening of the paper.At once, my brows furrow as I come in contact with something quite troubling and my heart starts to race.“This…” I look at Dexter with a long face, the words refusing to leave my mouth as my expression begs him to spare me from seeing what is in the envelope, but he gives me a cold shoulder and stretches out his hand.Slowly he takes the papers away from my hand, and takes off the envelope, delivering a bundle of white papers in my hands.“Now, read it,” he orders.Test…Test…Tests…All the papers are test results, and it’s much worse than I feared it to be.My birth certificate, my blood group, my health, and everything relating to me are on the papers

"I can see you kept to your word," Dexter says standing before his car while his men carry our bags inside one of the many cars already lined up.Without a doubt, I understand that it's my fault for his lack of trust, but I'm getting a bit irritated being reminded all the time.Squeezing my face, I led my boys who are a little hostile and bearing frowns on their face to the car.Ash stares daggers at Dexter the moment their eyes meet and Dexter just stares back at him with the same energy until Ash gives up and walks away. Truly, their resemblance is impeccable in many ways."Did you get any bright ideas last night," Dexter asks, grabbing hold of Neo's and Ash's things from my hand.I roll my eyes, stomping my feet angrily behind Dexter as I complain, "I told you, I wasn't planning to run away, so enough with reminding me."He tosses their things at the trunk and closes it, turning abruptly that I'm taking back by how close we are and losing balance, my ankle twists breaking my heels

“Woah~”With glittering eyes and drool, Neo, Ash and I stare at the lavish meals on the table, unsure where to start, my hunger is eradicated just from the delicious aroma evaporating into my stomach.“Can we eat all of these?” he asks Dexter.Dexter chuckles, he reaches out for a knife on the table and cuts a slice of cake for each of them. Despite the frown on my face he turns to the other side and proceeds to feed them with sugar while my eyes twitch.“Everything here is for you to enjoy, it’s your welcome gift,” he answers them and quickly they glow with glee, “now don’t hold back your appetite, I’m pretty sure the both of you must be starving after going to bed rather early,” he tells them.“Uh-huh,” Neo answers, his eyes fixated on the cake as he nods with a giggle. “Yes, thanks for the meal,” he says rushing to chomp down his slice, same with Ash.Speaking of which, Ash looks rather gloomy, he’s fondling his fork, poking the cake with a long face that I’m puzzled about what see

“And that is why werewolves need their symbol, their symbol represents their identity and status,” Dexter says to the kids, their eyes are lit from excitement after listening to their father turn the history of the werewolves into a bedtime story.Neo begins to yawn, his arms and legs stretched as he cuddles warmly under the blanket, I prepare to take over from Dexter who’s slowly rising from the bed.“But papa,” Ash calls out, holding onto the hem of Dexter’s shirt and tugging him until Dexter sighs before he turns to face, “earlier, grandpa mentioned an Omega and you did so too in your story, so I was wondering if we’re omega’s doesn’t that mean we’re inferior,” he asks.At that moment, Dexter and I exchanged glances with a look of shock on our faces, we were not prepared for that question.“Sweetheart…” I call out to Ash, ready to put an end to his questions and have him go to bed when his father signals me to stop.He sits back on the bed, his entire weight crushing the bed until

I'm dumbstruck, totally speechless as I try to process the words this woman has just uttered."I don't understand what you mean?" I say with a naive laugh, brushing my hair backwards."Oh it's very straightforward," Linda says, slowly she takes a step towards me, her index finger stretching out and then she suddenly starts to poke me with it.Her finger is quite firm and rather painful, her nails stab me almost as if they were digging into my skin, and just one finger succeeds in pushing me backwards.My eyes avert to her red lips as I read her words, "Back… off… my… man.""So you weren't here to find a lawyer?" I question as soon as she frees me from her painful poking."I am," she says, reverting to normal.Her arms folded as she leans back, her eyes scanning me thoroughly from head to too and as if finding nothing, she scoffs, "But then I heard that the little husband snatcher was also a lawyer and decided to see what sort of a tramp you are, you are not a werewolf and neither are