Chapter 85

Victor smiles, wishing he could convince the boy to address him as Dad or Dada, but he's already outgrown it, much preferring this title over anything else. "Good night, champ."

The Alpha shuffles over to his bedroom, where Ariadne will inevitably be awake and sulking.

True to form, the Omega is laying in bed, eyes wide open and glowing in the moonlit darkness. Ariadne sits on the precipice of glorious perfection, so breathtaking it hurts, even with a frown on her face.

"Ariadne," Victor calls.

"Don't 'Ariadne' me," the Omega hisses. "You traitor."

Victor laughs. He knows he shouldn't, but the sound fights its way past his throat, bubbling over into reality.

Victor quickly covers his mouth to his own chagrin. "Sorry."

Ariadne's frown deepens as a wine-hued blush settles on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. "It's easy for you to laugh. They both love you."

Victor throws himself on the bed, his head landing on Ariadne's stomach. "We can always have another one. Maybe this time, you'll