Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 203 – The Note

I can’t help the little giggle that comes out of me then.

Honestly, it’s all so strange and ridiculous – and, really, really frightening – that all I can do is laugh and make a joke out of it. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, probably a poor one and a result of my exhaustion, but I’ve got nothing else.

“Don’t worry,” Rafe, I say with a clever little smirk. “We don’t use it to talk about you. At least. Not often.”

Victor looks at me closely then, making a face as if he’s saying something terrible and glancing at Rafe – but he doesn’t say anything at all. He’s just messing with his brother.

Rafe, of course, gets pissed and opens his mouth to say something nasty to Victor but Burton interrupts.

“Please,” he says, looking between us, worried. “You must listen closely.”

I bite my lip, my face falling then. It was a nice moment of levity but, deep down, I do know that something is very seriously wrong. The more I sit at the table and think of it, the more I realize the weakness in my limbs, my heart. The new difficulty I have drawing breath.

Victor takes my hand and looks at me with sorrow and apology in his eyes, but I shake my head at him. Whatever happened – whatever I did – I did it willingly. I’d do it again, a hundred times. A thousand.

“What you participated in,” Burton continues seriously, “what you created – it was a ceremony – honestly, you shouldn’t have been able to do it without guidance –“

He hangs his head for a moment, amazed, before continuing.

“But, you must understand, the exchange you made,” Burton shakes his head here. “It is temporary, at best, without the closure to the ceremony. Without the full consent.”

“Consent?” Victor asks, leaning forward. “What is that, the consent?”

Burton shakes his head again, looking down at the table in confusion. “I don’t – I don’t have another word for it, but that’s the best I can come up with. We grew up speaking of it in a whole other language – one in which even I, a grand master, am still a novice.”

“What,” I say, hesitating and squeezing Victor’s hand. “What will happen to us if we don’t…finish it? Close the ceremony?”

“You are ill now, yes?” Burton says, lifting his eyes and again looking between us. “He is better, much better than he was yesterday,” he says, nodding to Victor, “but you,” Burton turns his eyes to me here. “You are much, much worse.”

“I don’t feel much worse,” I say quietly.

Burton shakes his head. “It will get worse, for both of you. Right now, you are sharing the life force of one person, but in order to survive, you need two. On the energy of one, you will both, unfortunately, run through it, especially because in giving him half of your life you took on half his illness. And with that combination, you will both expire.”

We go still at the table then, Rafe putting his head in his hands. It’s silent for a long moment, the only sounds the laughter of our children in the next room. The sound that gives me strength, though. Energy, hope.

I will push through this, too. For them, if for no one else.

saying,” Rafe says, and I can hear his frustrated words coming from between clenched teeth. “Is that they just

but then he nods. “In essence, in its simplest form,

Victor asks, his face drawn. “How do we close

says, his eyes filled with sadness. “I

table, cursing and briskly standing up from his chair. The laughter in the next room stops as the boys

hopeless,” Burton says quickly, speaking to Victor and I alone

fascinated. Who was

a piece of paper out of

breathless, as he places the folded note on the table.

“amongst your things. A message

“Edgar is wrapped up in

the note that Edgar gave us all those weeks ago. He unfolds it,

as part of our tribe – but he left at a very young age. But he knew enough to…to recognize. What he saw. In

Edgar knew more about this than we did. What the hell was going

special kids, and now I’m part of some mystical secret cult, one that my ex was somehow born into? That my

right now? I fight

with his finger. “She can teach you what I cannot. She will show you how. She’s the only

note, seeing

seeing the boys, works to wrap up the conversation

much time do we

apologetic. “But, sir…it is not

look at Victor, then,

all of this was over – that we could, finally, begin

my desire for peace and rest on my face. He raises my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of it. “When this is done, we will rest. I promise you

nod, trusting him. We will

at my side then,

pasted onto my face, I know that he

up into my lap and giving him a big hug. So much for someone

into his lap. The four of us look at each

looking at me seriously. “What is going on? You can tell us. We

say, my heart in my throat. God, I hate to put them through more. But it looks like we don’t have a choice. “You are always so helpful to me, and I’m so grateful

me, and I’m grateful for

“about taking a little trip?” He’s working hard to keep his voice cheerful, though I know, inside, he’s terribly worried. I also know that he feels terribly guilty about