Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 214 – The Magic

“Please,” Alvin says, guilt written all over his little face. “Please don’t be frightened – we didn’t want to tell you, because we knew you would be frightened.”

“Really, mama,” Ian says, giving my hand a squeeze. “It’s okay.”

I’m almost gasping now, I’m so freaked out, my head spinning to look all around us – at the ghost things all around us –

“Boys,” Victor says, stern. My eyes fly to him. He’s freaked out too, I can tell, but he’s holding it together way better than I am. “You will explain. Right. Now.”

Alvin nods, taking the lead. “It’s just…the magic of this place, papa,” he says, holding his hands out as if it’s simple. “It’s just curious. It just wants to say hello.”

Ian bobs his head, agreeing, eager to convince us. “It’s really not bad – it’s just different. We know. We can feel it.”

Then, to my shock, Ian stands up. And starts to call out to the ghostly smoke.

“Please!” he shouts out to them. “They don’t like it when you –“

“Ian,” I hiss, pulling him by the hand so hard that he stumbles, falling back onto his butt.

“Mommmm,” he growls at me. “You’re embarrassing me, in front of the ghosts.”

“What the heck is going on here,” I hiss, looking between the boys. But Alvin’s attention, I see, is outward – out into the darkness. So, I follow his gaze.

seems…yes. That they’re fading away. Moving outward, away from us and from

butt with his hand. “All we had

feel a little bit of hysteria building in me as I stare around the fire at my two boys, who are looking at me like I’m stupid for

crossing his arms and falling back on his Alpha control in this moment

in this moment, and I open my mouth to snap at him – my temper worn thin – but Victor shoots me a look. I close my

his voice a little frustrated. “We didn’t tell you about it because we knew you wouldn’t understand. And they’re not here to

they,” I ask, leaning

can tell that, for some reason, he just…doesn’t want to have this talk. “We don’t know, actually,” he mutters. “We call them ghosts but

Victor says, his voice calm and quiet. “How on earth can you know this

Ian says, sounding a little exhausted. “It’s because…Alvin and me, we’re closer to the magic. Closer than you two have been probably your entire lives.” With this, he gestures between Victor and me, and my mouth

hugging his knees now. “It’s always been around.

rueful, still rubbing his injured backside. “We

somehow managing to balance my plate of food in my hand and

don’t care what. Protestations, questions, objections, enthusiastic agreement – they can all keep it

sweeping my hand decisively, brooking no discussion on this

the fire banked, the four of us are seated in a tiny

– and I wish I knew which, so I could thank them –

lantern that sits in the middle of

the fire, where I knew I would be staring into the darkness of the woods for those smoke figures all night.

boys when they tell me what the hell they mean when they talk about the