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 from our

with his hand. “All

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

on his Alpha control in this moment of fear. “Tell us everything that you know.

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

says, 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 so,” he shrugs, “it was better for

what are they,”

this talk. “We don’t know, actually,” he mutters. “We call them ghosts

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, he gestures between Victor and me, and my mouth falls open again in

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

little rueful, still rubbing his injured backside. “We didn’t want you to freak out. Like you’re doing.

standing up sharply, somehow managing to balance my plate of food in my hand and not spill it

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

hand decisively, brooking no discussion on this point.

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

the tent 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

dinner, I had strung these along the roof of the tent and, combined with the electric lantern that sits in the middle of our

those smoke figures all night. I know that they’re very likely still

my boys when they tell me what the hell they mean