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.

it seems…yes. That they’re fading away. Moving outward, away

grudgingly rubbing his sore butt with his hand. “All we had to do was ask and they

my two boys, who are looking at me like I’m stupid for not

on his Alpha control in this moment of fear. “Tell

eyes at us in this moment, and I open my mouth to snap at him – my temper worn thin –

just don’t get it,” Ian says, 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 hurt you so,” he shrugs, “it was better for you

what are they,” I ask,

I 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 we don’t know if they’re…ghosts. Like dead people. They’re just…here. Things that live here, in this

know this,” Victor says, his voice calm and quiet. “How on

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

me, hugging his knees now. “It’s always been around. We just…decided not to tell you. Because we didn’t want you to freak

backside. “We

say, standing up sharply, somehow managing to balance my plate of food in my hand and not spill it

– and frankly, I don’t care what. Protestations, questions, objections,

I say, sweeping my hand decisively, brooking no discussion on this point. “Everyone in the tent.

in a tiny little square in the

here. One of the Betas – and I wish I knew which, so I could thank them –

roof of the tent and, combined with the electric lantern that sits in the middle of our little family square, the tent is

of the woods for those smoke figures all night. I know that they’re very likely still out there

able to concentrate on my boys when they tell me what the hell they