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.

away. Moving outward, away from us and

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

stupid for not knowing that all I had to do was ask the ghosts to go away,

arms and falling back on his Alpha control in this moment of fear. “Tell us everything that

I open my mouth to snap at him – my temper worn thin – but

get it,” Ian says, his voice a little frustrated. “We didn’t tell you about it because we knew you wouldn’t

they,” I

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

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

two have been probably your

looking up at me, hugging his knees now. “It’s always been around. We just…decided

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

my hand and not spill it all

open their mouth to say something – and frankly, I don’t care what. Protestations,

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

later, the dinner cleaned up and the fire banked, the four of us are seated in a tiny little square in

the tent because it’s cozier in here. One of the Betas – and I wish I knew which, so I could thank them – has

and, combined with the electric lantern that sits in

smoke figures all night. I know that they’re very likely still out there but…at least in here, I

want to be able to concentrate on my boys when they tell me