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

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

the fire at my two boys, who are looking at me like I’m stupid for not knowing that all I had to do was

Alpha control in

to snap at him – my temper worn thin – but Victor shoots me a look.

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,

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, in this

his voice calm and quiet. “How on earth can you know this about these things, whatever they

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,

it,” Alvin says, looking up at me, hugging his knees now. “It’s always been around. We just…decided not

his injured backside. “We didn’t want you

my plate of food in my hand and not spill it all over the floor. “Family meeting. In the

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

decisively, brooking no discussion on this

minutes later, the dinner cleaned up and the fire banked, the four of us are seated in a tiny little square in the tent. The boys sit across from each

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

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

would be staring into the darkness of the woods for those smoke figures all night. I know that

they