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 what's on the television. I'm in denial and refusing to acknowledge the root of my dilemma.

"Daphne, is everything alright?"

touch on my shoulder, I pull myself back to reality and find

is that we were watching. Dear Lord, how long was I in my head? No wonder my

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

a skeptical look but doesn't press me on it. "You know that you can talk to me about anything. Whatever it's that's on your mind, I'm here to give a learning ear.

Is it possible for a werewolf

out that last question

blinks, surprise evident on her face. I have never made my feelings about

gotten over being

that manages

to you by

of pinched brows. "I didn't know

question borders on being uncomfortable

her mate, preferring to avoid

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

have some knowledge about

opens and closes her mouth with no words coming out and I almost lose hope. Then she

mate bond is the greatest bond a werewolf can have. It attunes your senses with your other half. It makes

as she keeps talking, describing how incredible a mate bond is. My heart sinks until it hits the