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

rubbing his sore butt with his hand. “All we had to do was ask and

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 I had to do was ask the ghosts to go away, and at Victor, who looks just as dumbstruck as I

control in this

to roll his eyes at 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 the

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

are they,” I ask, leaning

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

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

and me, we’re closer to the magic. Closer than you two have been

always known about it,” Alvin 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 want you to

his injured backside. “We didn’t want

say, standing up sharply, somehow managing to balance my plate of food in my

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

my hand decisively, brooking no discussion

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

of the Betas – and I wish I knew which, so I could

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

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

boys when they tell me what the hell they