Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 222 – Following the Scent

Victor raises his snout to scent the air, relishing the strength he feels in this form.

He and Ian have been running through the woods for what feels like hours, doing nothing but searching for the scents which they know they have to follow. They haven’t found them yet, but neither of them is frustrated.

There’s no room for that, in the body of a wolf – no room for doubt, or dissatisfaction, or annoyance. Instead, Victor knows that he and Ian simply have faith. They will find Evelyn, and they will find Alvin, they just need to keep looking.

And they have, apparently, all he time in the world for that.

Victor closes his eyes, seeking her, but he snaps his head to the side when he hears a little yelp from his pup. His body goes still with alertness, seeking his son, wanting to protect him from whatever happened –

But Ian just tumbled off a boulder he had climbed to the top of, either to find the scent or just to see if he could get to the peak. The gray pup rolls at the bottom of the rock, looking towards his father with a wolfish little grin, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

Victor laughs inside himself, then, knowing the boy feels no real pain or regrets. Given the chance, he’d climb the boulder again.

Victor moves to the pup, though, giving him a little nudge with his nose, reminding him not to get distracted. Ian shoots him an apologetic glance he doesn’t really mean and then puts on a bolt of speed, running off into the trees. Victor gives a little woof of encouragement and follows, dodging through the branches as he chases his son.

It just feels so good to be in this form, Victor thinks. No doubts, no hesitations, just…action. Movement. Intuition.

He knows that Ian feels the same, darting through the forest, listening to the wisdom of his body and taking immediate action on his impulses.

So much.

much. And perhaps he had stayed out of

taken his wolf form in months. Years, maybe. God, had it been that long? He shakes himself, knowing that it had been a mistake. He had himself to blame for it, telling himself that being the wolf was a pleasure, a distraction that he couldn’t afford – not when he had so much

really, had

taken his wolf form, would it have become all too clear the mistakes he had been making in his life? Would he have been unable to deny

as he runs, to Amelia. To his fights with Evelyn yesterday, to

doubts were his fault, he knew. All his fault. Because if he had just listened to himself, to what his body had been telling him

have turned, instead, to Evelyn and made it clear to her –

fair, not to either of them, to hesitate so long.

walk, his lathered tongue hanging from his mouth, his eyes filled with joy. Catching up with

life. To remember that he is not merely a man who can shift into his wolf, but rather that his wolf is part of his identity. Half of him. And that the knowledge he learns here is as important as anything he gleans from his time in

feeling so happy and joyful like this, relishing the freedom and the lack of care. He knows, in his heart, that this is who he is – a creature of rock and stone and forest and instinct. Not really a little boy

a little boy who likes to stay inside and

misses his brother terribly in that moment, wishing he

of course. That this was where Ian needed to be, feeling this freedom, breathing this air, while Alvin needed to be with their mother doing…well, whatever they were doing. Ian stops, then, and tucks himself beneath his father’s belly, moving to stand between his tall forelegs, wanting his protection in this

considers that perhaps the forest was telling him something. Something quite real about the differences between him

that Alvin was

Ian’s heart as he realizes this difference between himself and his twin. He wants, fervently, for them to be the same forever but…well, in this wolf form, there’s no real space for that kind of wishing. For wanting things to be different than they

simply are

in that. That his love for his brother, his connection to him, is not lessened in any way by the knowledge of their difference. That there

if he is okay. Ian happily raises his face to his father, tapping his nose against Victor’s and then dashing out from between his legs, sprinting