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.

missed this form so much. And perhaps he had stayed out of

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

really, had that

if he 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 the truths that,

he runs, to Amelia. To his fights

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 the

instead, to Evelyn and made it clear

in his throat, feeling fiercely the mistake. It hadn’t been fair, not to either of them, to hesitate so long. As his wolf, there was no

joy. Catching up with Ian, Victor again lowers his snout to the boy’s coat, nuzzling it, letting the boy feel the pride and joy that runs through his body at being able to

a man who can shift into his wolf, but rather that his wolf is part of his identity. Half of him. 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

suddenly to Alvin. Who is a little boy who likes to stay

moment, wishing he

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

quite real about the differences between him and his brother. That he truly is a creature of

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

simply are how

love for his brother, his connection to him, is not lessened in any way by the knowledge of their difference. That there are simply two of them, where

know if he is okay. Ian happily raises his face to his father, tapping his nose against