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.

had said, shrugging. “We’re

Victor had asked,

was just a little bit stupid. “Because there’s

– hadn’t been able to help it. He had left his son alone then, not wanting to bug him too much about this strange power. They had

through the town, though, Victor begins to push Alvin a little further for information. “Did Ian tell you

Alvin says, looking around. “Like I said before, words are harder…but some of

voice casual, not

to a blue building on their right. “They definitely passed

tell me if

little further, Alvin murmuring “that, I saw that,” a few times, or “yes, that one is familiar too…” before

a pink motel on the other side

they can pull into the parking

unbuckling his seatbelt. “Ian

but trying to hide it a little better than his son, Victor parks the

smiles broadly at them, asking how

my…wife.” It wasn’t quite true, but he figured the manager would take him more seriously than that

nods. “I’d be happy to help you find

she signed in. But, as he imagined would be the case,

he doubts she’d

shakes his head,

“Evelyn anything?” Victor tries.

manager looks at him with a little suspicion