Little Thomas

“Children, I hope you had a good chat,” said Alpha Matthew, who had just returned from somewhere, as he approached us in a greenhouse overflowing with lilacs.

“Daddy, I think you should make a place like this for me too,” Violet said with a smile.

“Do you want a greenhouse to play in?” Alpha Matthew asked first.

“Mum likes planting flowers too, so I thought it would be fun to play in there,” Violet suggested.

Alpha Matthew smiled and turned to me.

“Dad, do you think you could make a place like that for me, too?” Violet asked with a hopeful tone in her voice.

“Yes, I do believe I should have that made for you, my dear,” Alpha Matthew chuckled. “Did you enjoy meeting Autumn?”

“I enjoyed it immensely. I learned a great deal about the vampire world,” Violet replied, smiling.

“Why do you smile like that?” I asked, noticing the slight flush that tinted Violet’s cheeks.

“Thomas Blanc is the one she fancies,” Autumn informed us.

“Thomas Blanc?” I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“Ah, my brothe