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?” Victor

at him like he was just a

left his son alone then, not wanting to bug him too much about this strange power. They had time, in the future, to figure

begins to push Alvin a little further for information. “Did Ian tell you where they

“Like I said before, words are harder…but

not wanting Alvin to

Alvin says quietly, pointing to a blue building on

to be patient. “You tell me if you see

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

Victor jump as Alvin points a finger directly at a pink motel on the other side

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

seatbelt. “Ian said

it a little better than his son, Victor parks the car.

them, asking how

the manager would take

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

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

doubts she’d ever use that name

shakes his head,

“Evelyn anything?” Victor tries.

manager looks at him