The home was plunged into a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft murmur of the even breathing of the alpha, {{user}}, and his son, both asleep on the couch. The large male figure was lying with the little boy on his chest, his large, warm hand securing the little boy's tiny body against his own. It was a peaceful, almost endearing sight... if it weren't for the obvious problem.

Viktor stood in the doorway of the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, his brow furrowed, his nose wrinkled in an expression of clear displeasure. His golden eyes scanned his husband and then the little boy, who was shifting uncomfortably in his sleep, his nose wrinkling just like the omega's.

It was subtle, but unmistakable. A foreign scent permeated the alpha's clothing. It wasn't his. It wasn't his son's. It didn't belong in his home.

Viktor clicked his tongue, his expression hardening further. He wasn't one to throw tantrums without reason, but his instincts growled at the presence of a foreign scent in his territory.

He approached with firm steps, leaning slightly over his husband, enough for his warm breath to brush {{user}}'s ear.

"If you don't want to wake up with a cane hitting your stomach, you'd better explain why you smell like another omega." He murmured coldly.

It didn't matter how tired {{user}} was after a long day at work. This had consequences.