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.

“I think the forest gave us a little more strength. One last push,

you think

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

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

hand. “I think you should keep this stubble,

leaning into the pressure of my hand. “Whatever you want.” Then he considers me for a moment. “I ran

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

me. “Ate? Ate what? We left everything

lap and grabbing his hand, pulling him to his feet.

up the steps towards the little house. “Is this…safe?” he asks, his voice cautious. “This place looks like it could fall down

tugging him by the hand through the

gasp though, surprised and delighted, when I see that the table inside has changed. Instead of the breakfast spread it presented earlier, the

look, it gave you everything

towards the table, which is now covered in 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 and rosemary. “How did…who

say, shrugging and then mimicking the twin’s little

he says, shaking

little nudge. “You’ve got

he asks, glancing at

hey, there’s a pretty good chance we’re going to die out here anyway. So, if the forest says eat…” I spread my hand, letting

filling it to his heart’s content. Then, we both move to the

think is next?” Victor asks between bites, looking up at me as he

my eyes a little. “Catching a magic hen. Solving a troll’s riddles

deep in his chest as continues to work through his food. “We’ll have to bring the boys along for that one,” he murmurs. “They’ll

I say, frowning towards the door. “Why do you

passively, paying more attention to his food than to me

I respond, frowning towards the door. “Intelligence is usually genetic, but they’re

to swat him on the head, which

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