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.

the forest

you think it

shrug, staring up into his beautiful green eyes. “I don’t know,” I sigh.

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 the end of this. So that we can go back home, start

I reply, stroking his face with my hand. “I think you should keep this stubble, though,” I murmur, running my

“Whatever you want.” Then he considers me for a moment.

head, stretching in his arms, remembering all the glorious food.

at me. “Ate? Ate what? We left

grabbing his hand, pulling him

steps towards the little house. “Is this…safe?” he asks, his voice

him a wink over my shoulder and tugging him

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

I cry out. “Oh look, it gave you everything you

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

the twin’s little pinging gestures in the air. “The magic

says, shaking his

say, giving him a little nudge.

he asks, glancing at me.

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

murmurs, picking up a plate waiting at the corner of the table and filling it to his heart’s content. Then, we both move to the fire,

between bites, looking up at me

rolling my eyes a little. “Catching a

to bring the boys along for that one,” he murmurs. “They’ll be better at quizzes than

“Why do you think

do I think what is?” he replies passively, paying more attention to his food

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

I turn to swat him on

laughing a little myself. “If we had more, do you think they’d be really clever too? Like, are we doomed to always