Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 220

“Come on, Papa!” Ian shouts, grabbing his father’s hand and tugging him out towards the forest.

“Ian,” Victor scolds, digging in his feet and refusing to be pulled forward without a plan. “Come on, you know better than this. A good soldier isn’t going into those woods without a plan.”

Ian frowns at his dad, frustrated at being held back, but he stops tugging. Victor hides a smile at his son’s impulsive spirit, always seeking his next adventure. It was a courageous trait, but one he’d have to learn how to check and balance.

then,” Ian says, crossing his arms and looking up at his dad. “What’s the plan?”

. Or, frankly, an answer at all. God damn it, but this was a weird trip. He thought it was going to be a matter of heading into the woods, doing a little camping, findi

as the prize?

rubbing a hand down his face. What the hell was he supposed to do?

hand next to him. “Come on – there is no plan. We have to go.”

rowns dow

you so far – have plans worked? Have any of the things you planned to do on this trip lead you anywhere?”

ct, at that.

everything “right” according to the rules of society – of marrying Amelia, having children with her, quietly controlling his pack, negotiating and following contracts – all of that had fallen apart in his hands.

cted against societal norms because something in his body or his spirit told him it was right.

ave happened, but it brought him his sons. Then, bringing her back into his life, moving her into the cottage out back, sp

wing his impulses did indeed shake apart the foundations of his life with Amelia, but that that life needed to be destroyed, carried away, so that he could live this one.

alizing that he’s been staring into space thi

says, punching a fist into the air. “Okay, let’s go

forward, his hand still in his father’s, but stops suddenly and almost – well, almost bounces off of the ai

t something.

hat happened?”

ew steps forward, his hand out, and feeling for something out there in the air.

curl against it. He can’t press through.

just slip back against the dirt.

s adamant. They cannot pass.

le air. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

es there.

But…

en in the woods?”

y three,” Ian says, frowning up at him. “Why?”

we left. It should…it shouldn’t be full. Not yet.”

looking up at it again. “Maybe it’s just for us.”

anging his head. God, would he even have the energy to do this?

sks, looking with a concerned face up at his fat

he moon. What do you think it’s telling us, kid?”

he prospect. “Really, we get to be wolves!?”

thusiasm. “Do you think you can do it?” He asks. “I know we only tried it once, that time, in the woods, but –“

o it! I can do the whole transformation!”

able and subject to the swaying impulses of nature.

o want to come back to the human world.

heir basest instincts, to follow those.

s. “When you’re out there, Ian,” he says slowly, making sure his son hears every word, “you’re not going to have access

d eyes.

t Ian’s chest, “is my scent. You have to stay with me at all times, no matter what. And I’ll stay with you. Can we agree to that?”

, papa. I promise I can do it.”

Victor says, his voice gruff, though he ca

that and Victor stands up. “Okay,

n shouts, almost trembling with exci

hen,” Victor says. “Let it go.”

d then, together,

around the tall grey wolf next to him. The wolf nudges the pup affectionately with his nose, giving him a little nip on the rump as he runs past.

hey lope into the forest, no s

he hunt begins.