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.

Alvin had said, shrugging. “We’re not

not?” Victor had

just a little bit stupid. “Because

He had left his son alone then, not wanting to bug him

push Alvin a little further for information. “Did Ian tell you

around. “Like I said before, words are harder…but some

working hard to keep his voice casual, not wanting Alvin to be upset by

restaurant,” Alvin says quietly, pointing to a blue building

be patient. “You tell me if you see anything

that,” a few times, or

directly at a pink motel on the other side of the road. “That’s it! That’s definitely it,

Sunrise Starfish?” Victor asks, frowning, working to pull a u-turn so that they can pull into the parking lot. “Really?” He

eagerly unbuckling his seatbelt. “Ian

it a little better than his son,

at them, asking how he

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

nods. “I’d be happy to help you find her. The

pseudonym when she signed in. But, as he imagined would be the case, the manager just shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he responds.

Victor tries, thought he doubts she’d ever use that name

his head,

“Evelyn anything?” Victor tries.

manager looks at him with a little