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.

And perhaps he had stayed out of it

that it had been a mistake. He had himself to blame for it,

really, had that been

all too clear the mistakes he had been making in his life?

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

if he had just listened to himself, to

Amelia immediately. He would have turned, instead, to Evelyn and made it clear

been fair, not to either of them, to hesitate so long. As his wolf, there was no room for

slows ahead of him, turning to look and ensure that Victor is keeping up. Victor pads to a walk, his lathered tongue hanging from his mouth, his eyes filled with joy. Catching up with Ian, Victor again lowers his

who can shift into his wolf, but rather that his wolf is part of his identity. Half of him. And that the knowledge

this is who he is – a creature of rock and stone and forest and

to Alvin. Who is a little boy who likes to

brother terribly in that moment, wishing he were here to share this

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

between him and his brother. That he truly is a creature of

that Alvin was

wants, fervently, for them to

this, things simply are how they

him, is not lessened in any way by

snout towards Ian then, curious, wanting to know if he is okay. Ian happily raises his face to his father, tapping his nose against Victor’s and