"I'm an Alpha like you, so I'm inviting you to my wedding when I grow up." Arthur blurted out shyly as he purposely bumped his shoulder unto Alfred.

The sweet golden-haired boy couldn't help but grin at the somewhat coy invitation, "Me too, I'm inviting you to my wedding when I find my Omega."

Both of the small boys returned each other smiles as they chatted about what to do and what to say. The other children were playing with their other types, or what they guessed their types were.

At this age, most children held no scent that indicated what type they were but is often distinguished by their action and behaviour. But even chatting quietly about weddings was a far too large stretch as to what was normal, especially if it was two Alphas chatting it up.

Gaia, their elementary teacher watched the two boys intensely, there was something weird about both of them. Among all the other students he had to make sure the Jones kid wouldn't get into trouble but after he had stumbled upon Kirkland the little troublemaking Alpha completely stopped his shenanigans to spend time with him.

She wasn't supposed to be a teacher but she had to withstand this job to protect and watch over the young heir to the Jones Inc. and Co. or else she'd end up dead like the other failures who didn't do their jobs right.

The two boys walked over to the other side of the playground where the sandbox was, away from all the other children, they basically isolated themselves away from everyone else and chatted to themselves.

It surprised her that they weren't already at each other's throats fighting about something, or in a competition to anything. Their relationship was unlikely that she watched them more often than the others. Their topics ranged from weddings to supposedly naming their future children, then it would shift, it'll be from science to spaceships, and yet again their topic would move, it'll be from books to Shakespearean Plays.

The latter two in the list of three shifting categories were of course pointedly because of each other's own interest but their first topic was always strange to hear.

"I'm naming my first born Peter. He'll be an Alpha of course." Arthur bragged.

Both of the boys were already in the sandbox. The small Briton was scooping up the sand and placing it inside a bright red bucket.

"Then the second one should be an Omega, I'll name her Amelia." Alfred answered in agreement with Arthur's statement. He hefted the red bucket and placed its contents beside a mound of sand.

"Oh, and we'll live in a big... house? Actually, I wouldn't mind if it was small, as long as I'll have my very own library."

Gaia as a Beta shook her head, their conversations made them look like an Alpha and Omega planning their future while they were children but that was ludicrous, both of them were Alphas. Maybe Kirkland was a late bloomer as a Beta? That would have made more sense.

Arthur walked over and took the bucket to scoop up more of the sand from the other side of the sandbox. The other boy followed behind eagerly waiting for the smaller boy to finish filling the bucket

"Sure, we can have that!" Alfred replied with a smile. "You'll have your own personal tea room too."

The smaller boy paused, his hand stopping mid-air from filling the bucket, "In your house?"

"Yes..." Alfred paused. "Wait, why would you be at my house?"

"I don't know." Arthur answered a bit annoyed, "I was talking about my house. I don't really even need a tea room especially if it's in your house."

"I just... I don't know what came over me." The boy admitted. "For a moment there I thought..."

"You thought?"

"It's nothing. By the way, my house will be big, bigger than that stupid commie's." The wheat-haired boy eyed the other when the topic was changed but he decided to let it go.

"You seriously have a com...complec.. complex with him."

"He's an Alpha like me it's only natural." The other replied with another grin.

"But I'm also an Alpha."

"You're an ecse...sept..excep--tion because we're best friends."

"I guess."

The older beta wondered how exactly this relationship worked. The boys talked like they were about to share the same name and be mated but before anything else, one of them notices this and it ends.

For one thing, if Kirkland was indeed an Alpha she would have to seriously separate them, Mr Jones would have her head for letting Alfred like another Alpha. I guess she would have to wait and find out which was his actual type but then again prevention is better than the cure.