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

hand. “All we had to

at me like I’m stupid for not knowing that all I had to do was ask the ghosts

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

us 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 mouth in time, letting

tell you about it because we knew you wouldn’t understand. And they’re not here to hurt you so,” he shrugs,

what are they,” I

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,

says, his voice calm and quiet. “How on earth can

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

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

backside. “We didn’t

my plate of food in my hand

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

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

of us are seated in a tiny little square in the tent. The boys sit across from

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

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

better in here than out by the fire, where I knew I would be staring into the darkness of the woods for those smoke figures all night.

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