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.

think,” I say quietly, looking back up at him. “I think the forest gave us

do you think it

“I don’t

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

hand. “I think you should keep this stubble, though,”

pressure of my hand. “Whatever you want.” Then he considers me for a moment. “I ran all day with Ian,” he

head, stretching in his arms, remembering all the glorious food. “Ate!” I cry, laughing

frowns at me. “Ate? Ate what? We left everything back at

up from his lap and grabbing his hand, pulling him to his feet. “I’ll show

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

wink over my shoulder and tugging him by the hand through the

and delighted, when I see that the table inside has changed. Instead

look, it gave

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

know,” I say, shrugging and then mimicking the twin’s little pinging gestures in the

says,

giving him a little nudge.

he asks, glancing at me. “Is it

chance we’re going to die out here anyway. So, if the forest says eat…” I spread my hand, letting him finish the sentence for

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, me perching on the arm of the recliner so

do you think is next?” Victor asks between bites, looking

rolling my eyes a

his chest as continues to work through his food. “We’ll have to bring the boys along for that one,” he murmurs. “They’ll be better at quizzes than you and

know,” I say, frowning towards the door. “Why do you think that is, Victor?” I ask, suddenly

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

usually genetic, but they’re way smarter

to swat him

do you think they’d be really clever too? Like, are we doomed to always