The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 180

Chapter 180
Flattening out the silk over my hips, I turned to the door and awkwardly poked my head out. Sweeping my gaze around the room, I find them settling on her small figure.Sure enough Laura was standing outside exactly where she was before and brightened when she saw me. She perked up, pushing herself off the wall she leaned against.
“How does it fit?”
She asks. There’s expectation in her eyes. The unmistakable excitement buried behind her awaiting gaze. All of a sudden I feel myself getting embarrassed. I step into view, fiddling with the fabric over my waist in anxiousness. The size was perfect. It fit like a glove. I could only hope I looked just as good as I felt. Judging from the face Laura was making, she thought the same thing. Breathing in softly, she motioned for me to come over to the vanity. Patting the cu shion of the seat, she shoots me a dazzling smile,
“Let me do your hair.”
I don’t do anything but nod. Walking to where she was, I sat on the cus hion, facing myself in the mirror and watched my reflection. Laura doesn’t mind my stiffness, nor does she mind unruly curls messily tangled around my shoulders. She smiles to herself as she pulls open the drawer. A
beautiful, carved hairbrush hidden in the drawer is pulled out. The handle of the brush shaped into a rose with gold lining over the petals.
“It was a gift from Stefan.”
She explains silently, noting the way my eyes took in the design. Her slim, gentle hands brush over my neck. Gathering up all the golden locks into her palms, she smoothens the the mess on top of my head before lifting the comb and brushing down the start of my hairline. Thankfully my hair wasn’t as tangled as it looked. In slow, languid strokes she repeats the motion of starting from my hairline to the very tips of my hair.
Her feathery touch so similar to Meredith’s when she brushed my hair back on the day of the Alpha ceremony or when I would wake up from night terrors during the first few months after Duskfall’s demise. The touch of a mother I missed out on until now.

“He calls me his little Rose.”
She muses, a breathy laugh in her tone. The love and adoration for her maté so clear in the smile playing on her lips. A ghost of Bentley’s face flashes through my mind. The way he talked about his Maria was so transparent to the way Laura talked about her Stefan.
“Raizel calls me his wildflower.”
I clamp my mouth shut when I realize what I said. Thoughtlessly blabbing when I was lost in thought was something I failed to withhold. Immediately her relaxing brushing stops and she looks at me through my reflection. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in silent surprise. A few seconds go by without either one of us saying anything. Then her shock melts into a heartwarming smile,
“Is that so?”
She asks quietly. I could only nod in response when she clears her throat, tearing her eyes away and sniffling. She lets out a frustrated grumble at herself and laughs, rubbing her eyes with one hand before starting to brush my hair back once more,
“Look at me getting all emotional.”
She laughs,
“Forgive me, Darling. I know this isn’t the ideal first meeting but you could imagine the shock I felt
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Chapter 180
>when hearing that my son was smitten with someone. My little Rome who grew up far too fast.
finding someone he calls his wildflower. Goddess, if I was being honest with you, I thought this day would never come. I was certain he’d resigned himself to a lonely life.”
Her voice broke with emotion. The pain evident in her voice as she spoke of Raizel.
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