Fiora's POV
"That's your painting," I said when I saw Alpha Brynmor dreamily looking at a painting hanging in the center of the room. Yes, it was a painting of me sitting by the Bayou as the sun was about to set. "You once told me that you actually started liking me that day but you didn't want to admit it."
Alpha Brynmor turned his head. He then showed the painting next to him. "What about this one? Who painted it? It doesn't look like my style of painting," He said.
"It's not you who painted it." I nodded my head. "This is the night of the parade where we held a public party to welcome George to the palace. One of the talented artists in the pack gave this painting as a gift a few days later," I explained.
"So, George is my son?" asked Alpha Brynmor who seemed to be still t
