Mihaita was sitting in their favourite spot in the balcony, Isak on his lap. Vilhelm sat next to them leaning on the chair. The triplets were fast asleep.
"What sort of alpha is an ideal mate Papa?" asked Isak.
"It depends on the omega and the alpha's behaviour to the omega. A man maybe a good alpha but not ideal mate. An ideal mate may not be a good man. You understand what I am trying to say?"
"Yes. I will find an alpha who values family above all else," said Isak beaming up at his Papa who pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Any alpha would be blessed to have my son," he said. Vilhelm was silent. He cannot imagine a day they have to part from their son. Not now, not ever.
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Isak : Dreams of a Fallen Flower
FantasyIsak had only ever wanted to make a family like his parents. He wanted his home to be made of love. He found a man too, the alpha of his dreams. But sometimes dreams are just dreams. Sometimes, the past haunts those who live in the present. Sometime...
