Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 164 – War Room

“What is it?” Victor asks, a little breathless, suddenly horribly worried. Had something happened, someone gotten hurt?

“Mommy’s really mad at us,” Alvin says, his lower lip starting to tremble.

“What?” Victor says, confused. “Who? About what?”

“At me and Ian, for telling you where they went,” Alvin says, clearly feeling guilty. “He said she said that they ran for a reason, and that meant they didn’t want to be found. And that Ian had broken her trust by going behind her back to tell you.”

Alvin slumps down in the chair, clearly feeling very bad. “We didn’t mean to break her trust,” he murmurs. “We were just trying to help. And we miss each other.”

Victor’s heart goes out to his son and he puts a hand on his shoulder. “Aw, kid,” Victor says. “Don’t feel so bad. You didn’t know how she’d feel about it, and you talk to your brother every day like this, right? So, it was just natural for you.”

Alvin nods, but Victor can tell that he doesn’t really feel better yet. Still, he needs more information.

“Did Ian tell you where they are now?”

“No,” Alvin says, shaking his head. “He says he wasn’t going to tell me for two reasons. One, because he didn’t want to betray mom. And two, he didn’t know, because they weren’t telling him things now. He just knows that they drove a long time, and they’re on a highway. But that’s all he knows.”

Alvin shrugs, looking up at his dad.

Victor grits his teeth, looking out the windshield and working hard to control his frustration. He doesn’t want Alvin to feel any worse. Then, thinking over Alvin’s words, he turns back to him. “Wait,” he says, “who is ‘they.’ Are they still with Delia?”

Alvin nods. “And aunt Emma. She’s there too.”

Emma?! Victor is shocked by this. How the hell did she get involved?

“I’m sorry, papa,” Alvin says, looking down at his hands. “We came all this way for nothing.”

chin so he looks up at him. “You did great. You really tried to help me. Mommy’s just running a

frustrated with himself for his rash words yesterday. “She probably thinks I’m chasing after her to punish

Alvin says, equally frustrated. “He tried to tell

do. We tried, and we’ll try again. But now, we have to

starting the car and turning his attention to the road. This pursuit of

destroy his house on

of the lot and hitting the road. So much to do and no real plan for how to address it all. It’s time

do you think, Alvin,” Victor asks. “Should we get a couple of crab legs for

Alvin asks, wrinkling his nose a little. “I don’t like the way crabs

the highway, Evelyn is still livid with Ian. She can’t help it. She does her best to bury her anger deep inside her, but it’s hard. She’s already scolded him – yelled, really – and made her thoughts on the matter clear, but a big part of

she knows she can’t take it out on him. He already apologized and knows he

he noted that she never expressly forbade him from mind-linking with his twin. So, that one’s on me, Evelyn thinks, rolling

had a four-hour lead on Victor,

could have taken days, then, sitting on the beach, figuring out their next steps. Now, they were forced to run without

other piece of information. That Alvin had reported that Victor came in peace, an apology on his lips, wanting to make amends – not just to

and Ian are, they’re still sweet, trusting six-year-olds. There’s no reason that Alvin should mistrust his father if he told him to tell Ian

very easily be a lie designed to keep Evelyn in one place long enough to find her. And then, the control would be out of her

idea, knowing that Victor has never not been a man of his word. If he says he comes in peace, then

feeling very much the animal of prey today, wanting to run, to maintain control, to make her own decisions, build her own life. And now she had Delia and Emma as part of her team as well – she couldn’t just abandon them, when

over, a few hours later, at a roadside motel that looked a little nicer

this do?” Delia asks as they all climb out of the

balance – anonymous enough to take the cash and not

hand, reads the sign carefully and then looks up at her. “Free breakfast in the morning. I think it’s

smile and his hand a squeeze, taking him in with her to book the room. Half an hour later, they’ve all changed into their pajamas and are seated on the double beds of the simple but

cake isn’t half bad,” Delia says, eyebrows raised, as she takes a sip of her grape