third person’s POV "Silas, drop it right now!" The shout came from the patio from Aser, wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt, sprinting across the deck as he chased a giggling toddler. Silas, now one year old, was wobbling across the sand with impressive speed for someone with chubby legs and a dead crab in their mouth. "Drop the crab, Silas!" Aser commanded, using his Alpha voice, but that was lost on the boy, who only growled back at him in his adorable tiny voice that was more of a purr than a growl. The boy even clamped his jaws, which only made him more adorable. "He gets the stubbornness from you," Cassie called out from the lounge chair, where she was sipping iced tea. She looked relaxed, happy, and amused at their interactions. "He gets his eating habits from the wild." Aser grunted when he finally caught his son. He gently pried the crab from Silas’s mouth. "Yuck. No. We eat sushi, not roadkill." Silas pouted, his lower lip trembling, before spotting something else, a s
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