Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 163 – Rockport

When Victor and Alvin finally pull into the town of Rockport, Victor is struck anew at the charming nature of the town, almost despite himself. He’d been here before, as a child mostly, on vacation with his brother and his parents.

But today, he is all business. He pushes his impressions aside and concentrates on the road as they drive slowly down the main strip.

“Let me know,” he says to Alvin, “when you see something familiar.”

At breakfast, Victor had shown Alvin pictures of Rockport on his phone, asking him if that’s the place where Ian said he was. Alvin had confirmed it enthusiastically and, as soon as his son was finished eating, Victor bundled him into the car and hit the road.

It was a long drive, but Victor felt vigilant on it, excited, really to find her – to apologize – to start anew.

On the way, he made Alvin explain, precisely, what he meant when he said that Ian was telling him things in his mind.

“Well,” Alvin said, curled up in the passenger seat, considering it. “When we are close together, it’s very clear – I can like, hear his words and I know exactly what he’s saying.”

A mind link, Victor had thought, nodding, knowing that feeling very well. He had mind-linked with some of his Betas before, though the process took a complicated ceremony to achieve and the results only lasted a short amount of time. Overall, he found that radios and cell phones were much more convenient.

But something like this – an eternal link between his two sons, and able to connect over such distances – he had never heard of anything like it before.

“And when you’re far away?” Victor had asked, prompting his son to continue.

“When we’re far,” Alvin says, considering, “it’s…harder. It’s not like shouting across a room or a field or anything – it’s not fainter, or slower, or harder to hear. It’s just…less. Like a crayon on a page, getting worn down the further you drag it along…”

Victor considered his son for a moment there, surprised and a little pleased at the complexity and clarity of the metaphor.

“So what are you getting from Ian now?” Victor asked.

shrugging. “We’re not talking

not?” Victor had asked,

a little bit stupid. “Because there’s nothing to

that – hadn’t been able to help it. He had left his son alone then, not wanting to bug

push Alvin a little further

said before, words are harder…but some of

working hard to keep his voice casual, not wanting

Alvin says quietly, pointing to a blue building on their right. “They definitely passed that

patient. “You tell me if you see anything else that

“that, I saw that,” a few times, or “yes, that

Alvin points a finger directly at a pink motel on the

Sunrise Starfish?” Victor asks, frowning, working to pull a u-turn so that they can pull into

seatbelt. “Ian said the pool is really

eager, but trying to hide it a little better than his son, Victor parks the car. Then the two heads into

broadly at them, asking how he

“I’m looking for my…wife.” It wasn’t quite true, but he figured the manager would take him

“I’d be happy to help

didn’t use a pseudonym when she signed in. But, as he imagined would be the case, the manager just shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he

he doubts she’d

his

“Evelyn anything?” Victor tries.

him with a little