Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 228 – Astral Mate

Victor heaves a huge sigh of relief, running a hand down his face, and I can feel the reprieve running through his body. I beam at him, scootching closer, glad to be able to see and feel the tension leaving him.

It’s real. It’s all real.

I mean, we knew that it was. That’s what we’ve figured out here in the woods, in the past few days together. That despite the label that the world had put on his and Amelia’s relationship, and despite the fact that our connection didn’t have the same kind of label – at least, until now – that what we had was real, and true, and important.

So, it doesn’t really matter that it has a name. Not truly. We don’t need it.

But damn, is it nice to have a word to put to this incredible thing between us.

Victor opens his eyes and looks evenly at the woman, who sits patiently in her little nest, smiling at both of us.

“Please,” he breathes, shaking his head a little from side to side. “Please, can you tell us more? What on earth are astral mates?”

She chuckles a little at this, pulling a shawl from some corner of the her little seat and wrapping it around her shoulders. “Well, it’s precisely not of this earth, of course. That’s the important thing.”

Victor just keeps shaking his head in wonder, waiting for her to tell us more. I, too, sit eagerly, biting my lip to keep from interrupting with questions of my own. Because, of course, I have a million.

The woman raises her hand, swirling it in the little dust motes, mumbling a few words to them. Apparently following her instructions, the little motes begin to organize themselves, creating a stunning dome over our heads and creating – of all things – the shape of constellations above us.

“Ohhh,” I can’t help but murmur in awe. It’s just so beautiful.

“Most mates,” the woman continues simply, “are terrestrial. Of the earth. Their bond comes from the fact that their bodies are made for each other, perfect matches.”

Victor and I nod, understanding. This is what our traditions told us growing up – that those who found their mates were lucky enough to find the person it seemed was made for them, as if shaped from the clay of the earth and molded to fit together perfectly.

woman says, her eyes shining a bit as she looks at us, “two people are born at precisely the right moments in the universe, the stars and planets aligned just so at their birth.” She waves her hand again so that the cosmos presented above us begin to turn, showing us the movement

their bodies – not simply the bodies themselves – are perfectly aligned to each other, as well

from the woman, the motes disband themselves, dissolving into the chaos of their usual movement,

– perhaps once in a thousand years – but that is what you two are to each other,” she says quietly. “Two souls made for each other, lucky to have been born at the same moment

I look at each other, then, and I blush a little. It’s true that I went to the ballroom that night looking for a distraction, but from the moment I saw him at the top of the stares, it was like a moth

looking me over and then turning back to the woman.

crooked little finger and waving it at each other. “Your

smile up at my mate then,

sing to him, in my head. You’re my mate, Victor. You’re

eyes at me, pretending a despair I know he doesn’t feel. Now I’ll have to feed you, and train you, and take

and drawing our attention back to her. “You have the rest of your lives

ask, frowning at her even as I lean forward eagerly. “Do you have to go?

of this earth. My time in this realm is borrowed time; it is only at midnight that our two realms fully touch.” She points

I go pale, then.

have – but I did forget. Or perhaps didn’t forget, but thought

though? Didn’t we find you? Aren’t we healed?” Victor asks the question

to give strength from one where it was lacking in another. But two souls cannot feed on the strength of one for long. No,” she says,

Victor asks, frowning at

shrugs a little. “You must close the loop, my dears. Consent

says, holding her two hands apart to demonstrate her point more clearly. “And then, you became one, became tied.” She brings her hands together now, clasping them tight. “You must find the balance between the two, though – make peace with the liminality

beginning to build, matching my

leaning further forward, shaking my head. “How do we

my question. “It is not for me to instruct you. I have come here to guide you, not to fix you. It