The Alpha’s Little Rogue

Chapter 140

Daphne's POV I hit my knuckles against the door twice and waited for my Mom to answer it.

The door flies open to reveal my Mom in a day dress with her hair tied up. "Daphne," she greets me with a huge smile and an open arm which I walk into. "I was wondering when you were going to come visit."

"I got off work early today and decided to come over." It's not a lie but it also isn't the truth. However, I'm not about to tell my Mom that her twenty-five-year-old daughter needed some of mommy's love and s we et care. She pulls away from the hug. "Come in." With a hand on my shoulder, she guides me into the house and closes the door behind us.

"How have you been doing?" I ask, taking a swift look over her person. My Mom is certainly not a dependent middle-aged woman but she's still my Mom and I naturally worry about her well-being.

She likes to act like a tough fox who is impenetrable but I still worry, especially as she lives alone.

She rolls her eyes when she catches the look that I'm giving her.

"Stop being a mother hen." She pushes past me and walks into the kitchen. I follow right behind her and watch as she puts her oven mitts on, opens the oven and reaches inside for a casserole pan that smells like lasagna.

I force myself not to salivate over the mouth-watering smell emitting from it.

"I was just having dinner started." She drops the pan on the counter. "Join me." It's not exactly an offer but I don't care because there's no way in hell that I'm going to say no to her cooking.

Three hours later, dinner is cooked, served and we're both draped across my mother's comfy couch with a wine glass in both our hands.

us but I have no idea what show is currently playing on it. That's because my thoughts keep drifting off to something that has absolutely nothing to do with what's

"Daphne, is everything alright?"

sound of my mother's voice along with her gentle touch on my shoulder, I pull myself back to reality and find my Mom

credit of whatever it is that we were watching. Dear Lord, how long was I in my

answer, giving her a smile that I hope doesn't look

that you can talk to me about

a werewolf

don't voice out that last question

never made my

over being the

ironically the thing that manages to creep into my head at my darkest hour is knowing

to you by the

a set of pinched brows. "I didn't

question borders on being uncomfortable for

at her mate, preferring to avoid any discussion that

to this question and even though I feel bad about torturing her, I continue, "It just

knowledge about

mouth with no words coming out and

can have. It attunes your senses with your other half. It makes them the center of your world and your

how incredible a mate bond is. My heart sinks until