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.

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 of the constellations, the planet, the

it happens just right, it so happens that the souls that forms in their bodies – not simply the bodies themselves – are perfectly aligned to each other, as well as with

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

“Two souls made for each other, lucky to have been born at the same moment on earth, lucky enough to find each other.

ballroom that night looking for a distraction, but from the moment I saw him at the top of the stares, it was like a

over and then turning back to

waving it

up at my mate then, the word humming and

Mate, Mate! I sing to him, in my head. You’re my mate,

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

her. “You have the rest of

lean forward eagerly. “Do you have to go? Why can’t you stay? We have so much we

My time in this realm is borrowed time; it is only at

I go pale, then.

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

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

you to share your souls with each other, to give strength from one where it was lacking in another. But two souls cannot feed on the strength

asks, frowning

must close the loop, my dears.

together now, clasping them tight. “You must find the balance

frustration beginning to build,

leaning further forward, shaking

shakes her head, interrupting my question. “It is not for me to instruct you. I have come here to guide you, not to fix you. It is your work to be done, not