The Omega's Choice
he whisper-yells, his voice bursting with pride, careful not to disturb the fragile peace he’s just achieved.
I give him a quiet, appreciative applaud, a slow, gentle clap of my hands. "You certainly did, baby," I tease, my smile widening. "Daddy duties suit you well."
And they truly do. He was born to be a father, as much as he was born to be an Alpha.
Our daughter's name is Artemis, a name that we both decided to give her when, three years ago, during my recovery, we had exploded the city of Rome.
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