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.

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. Thankfully, whatever is on the television seems to be a favorite of my mother's because she keeps

"Daphne, is everything alright?"

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

were watching. Dear Lord, how long was I in my head? No

smile that I hope doesn't look

you can talk to me

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

don't voice out that last

on her face. I have never made my feelings

gotten over being

in this pack who 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

by the

pinched brows. "I didn't know

know my question borders on being uncomfortable for

hates talking about any subject that hints at her mate, preferring

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

knowledge about them.

and closes her mouth with no words coming out and I almost

It attunes your senses with

describing how incredible a mate bond is. My heart sinks until it hits the ground with