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.

fading away. Moving outward, away from us and from

Ian says, grudgingly rubbing his sore butt with his hand.

building in me as I stare around the fire at my two boys, who are looking at me like I’m stupid for not knowing that all

Victor says, crossing his arms and falling back on his Alpha control in this

my mouth to snap at him – my temper worn thin

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

are they,” I ask, leaning

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

“How on earth

me, we’re closer to the magic. Closer than you two have been probably your entire lives.” With

knees now. “It’s always been

rueful, still rubbing his injured backside. “We didn’t want you to

plate of food in my

their mouth to say something – and frankly, I don’t care what. Protestations, questions, objections, enthusiastic agreement – they can all keep it

decisively, brooking no discussion on this

the fire banked, the four of us are seated in a tiny little square in the tent. The boys sit across from each other, as do Victor

in here. One of the Betas – and I wish I knew which, so I could thank them – has actually packed us a near-weightless string of fairy lights with a tiny battery

dinner, I had strung these along the roof of the tent and, combined with the electric lantern that sits in the middle of our little family square, the tent

out by the fire, where I knew I would be staring into the darkness of the woods for those smoke figures all night. I know that they’re very likely still out there but…at least in here, I can’t see them.

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