(WESLEY)
(Six Years Later…)
A young handsome omega, Arlo, sits on the couch holding his infant son. He has silky long hair pulled into a bun and jade green eyes. He could easily be the prettiest male omega that I have ever laid my eyes on. He is talking about his son's eating habits. He looks exhausted and sleepy. Newborns tend to do that a lot. They deprive you of sleep to a point that you become a zombie.
Beside him is a dark brooding alpha. I was sent here by the child agency and they gave me very little information about this meeting. Usually, I don't mind that, but recognition hits me as I stare at the alpha. I'm certain that he is in the mafia. He has to be Miles Caspar, Sasha Adonis' second in command.
