Sandra's POV.
I sat on my bed, knees drawn up to my chest, my head resting against my mother's shoulder.
The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun filtering through the curtains.
The perfect mood for what we were doing.
Mother's favorite familiar scent of lavender, filled the air and with her again beside me, I felt a little comfort, but it wasn't for long.
Despite the comforting smell and her shoulders, my heart still felt heavy. I weighed down by the recent intercourse with the alpha.
“I’ve had enough of Alpha Tyson breaking my heart,” I said again, the words catching in my throat.
I looked at my mother, her eyes mirroring the pain I felt.
“Youre right, my love. ou need this vacation, Sandra,” she said gently, her fingers brushing through my hair. “It’s
