Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 224 – the Alpha and the Luna

Victor pulls his face away from me for a moment, still holding him close against him, looking down at me intently. A low growl builds in his chest.

And I want him, too, desperately. Want to tear his dirty shirt from his body and throw it to the forest floor – want –

“Where,” I hear myself ask, my mother’s instincts kicking in despite myself. “Where are the boys?” I wonder aloud, looking around.

I see Victor blink, suddenly, looking around and remembering them as well. He opens his mouth to call for them but I put a hand on his chest. “No,” I murmur. “Let them. This is…this is a good place. They’ll be safe. Can’t you feel it?”

He considers for a moment before responding. “Yes,” he whispers, and then laughs a little. “We’re starting to sound like the boys, frankly, but…yes. I can feel it. This is a good place.”

Victor sighs, then, gathering me close against him. “Evelyn,” he begins, “I’m so sorry –“

“No,” I interrupt, shaking my head and raising a hand to his cheek. “No, Victor, you don’t have to –“

“Please,” he begs, looking at me with such an earnest expression. “I want you to know, Evie – how clear it all is to me now.”

I nod, understanding, letting him know without words that I know precisely what he means. That I feel exactly the same. We sit there for a moment, marveling at each other, and in this instant I love him with such an intensity that I can barely breathe.

But it’s not the kind of lack of breath that I felt earlier, like the other days we’ve been in the woods…

I frown, suddenly, realizing something.

“What?” Victor asks, laughing a little. “I’m about to confess my undying love for you, and you’re frowning?”

“No,” I say, looking up at him, considering. “Victor, how do you feel right now?”

He stops and thinks about it for a moment, looking down at himself. “I feel…okay, I think?” He responds, not really able to put it into words.

“But you were running, all day,” I insist. “And Alvin and I must have walked hours in that fog to get here…”

“Fog?” Victor asks, his face twisting in confusion, but I shush him and continue to think.

looking back up at him. “I think the forest gave us a

you think it means?”

into his beautiful green eyes. “I

his face close to mine and nudging my nose with his own. Such a wolfish gesture, I think, laughing a little at it. “I want to be close to

my hand. “I think you should keep this stubble, though,” I murmur, running my thumb over three

my hand. “Whatever you want.” Then he considers me for a moment. “I ran all

and then throw my hands over my head, stretching in his arms, remembering all the glorious food. “Ate!”

what? We left everything back at

lap and grabbing his hand, pulling him

but curious, Victor follows me up the steps towards the little house. “Is this…safe?” he asks, his voice cautious. “This place looks

shoulder and tugging him by the hand

table inside has changed. Instead of the breakfast spread it presented

look, it gave you everything you

a variety of savory, filling dishes. Meat pies, and a roast, swimming in gravy – peas, and beans, and small stuffed hen. Victor in particular studies a plate loaded with roasted potatoes covered with salt

don’t know,” I say, shrugging and then mimicking the twin’s little

he says, shaking his

say, giving him a little nudge. “You’ve got to be

glancing at me.

we’re going to die out here anyway. So, if the forest says eat…” I spread my

corner of the table and filling it to his heart’s content. Then, we both move to the fire, me perching on the arm of the recliner so that I can sit as close to Victor as possible while he fills his

Victor asks between bites, looking up

casually, rolling my eyes a little. “Catching a magic hen. Solving

a sound deep in his chest as continues to work through his food. “We’ll have to bring the boys along

“Why do you think that

is?” he replies passively, paying more attention to his food than to me in this moment. He was hungrier than

genetic, but they’re way smarter than you and me.

yourself,” he murmurs and I turn to

I insist, laughing a little myself. “If we had more, do you think they’d be really clever