Alpha Victor
DEA
"Dea, Angel, I'm home."
Crystal blue eyes glimmered up at me from the living room rug, filled with mirth and warmth like I had never known.
"In here, Papa," she yelled as she pushed herself onto her feet.
Angel was ten now. She was a surprise to both Victor and I. We weren't trying for her. At the time, we spent more time apart than we did together—me pursuing my career while he did his thing as alpha. It worked out for us in the best possible way. I managed to go on exhibitions and tours, conduct experiments, and travel the world with Victor. Two years of living that life until one morning I found out I was expecting.