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.

they’re fading away. Moving outward, away from

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

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

arms and falling back on his Alpha control in this

has the audacity to roll his eyes at us in this moment, and I open my mouth to snap at him – my temper

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 for you

what are they,” 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 forest. They’re not bad, they

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

you two have been probably your entire lives.” With this, he gestures between Victor and me, and my

now. “It’s always been

rubbing his injured backside. “We didn’t want you to freak out. Like you’re doing. Right

balance my plate of food in my hand and not

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

say, sweeping my hand decisively, brooking no discussion on this

banked, the four of us are seated in a tiny little square in the tent. The boys sit across from each other, as

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

combined with the electric lantern that

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,

I want to be able to concentrate on my boys when they tell me what the hell they mean when they talk about