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.

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

his hand. “All we had to do was ask and they went

two boys, who are looking at me like I’m stupid for

Alpha control in this moment of fear. “Tell us

to snap at him – my temper

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

what are they,” I ask,

at the fire. 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,

“How on earth can you know this about these

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

looking up at 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

says, a little rueful, still rubbing his injured backside. “We didn’t want you to freak out. Like you’re

up sharply, somehow managing to balance my plate of food in my hand and not spill it all over the floor. “Family meeting.

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

my hand decisively, brooking no discussion on this point. “Everyone in the

of us are seated in a tiny little square in the

because it’s cozier 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

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

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. Out of sight, out

be able to concentrate on my boys when they