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.

a television in front of 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

"Daphne, is everything alright?"

shoulder, I pull myself back to reality

that we were watching. Dear Lord, how long

finally answer, giving her a smile that I hope doesn't look as fake as it feels on my

press me on it. "You know that you can talk to me about anything. Whatever it's that's on your mind, I'm

possible for a werewolf to choose a human over their destined and true m a

out

her face. I have never made my feelings

gotten over being the

doesn't possess supernatural strength or hearing. As hard as it was, I came to terms with it but ironically the thing that manages to creep into my head at my darkest hour is knowing that I'll never get to experience the joy

by the

throat was followed by a set of pinched brows. "I didn't know that you were

my question borders on being

her mate, preferring to

though I feel bad about torturing her, I continue, "It just

wouldn't hurt to have some knowledge

mouth with no words coming out and I almost

greatest bond a werewolf can have. It attunes your senses with your other half. It makes them

her eyes as she keeps talking, describing how incredible a mate bond is. My heart