Sandra's POV.
“Alpha Tyson.” I greeted as I watched him make his way in, dusting the sole of his shoe on the rag that laid at the front door.
My mother’s jaw fell when she heard his name. She quickly got on her knees but Tyson stopped her.
“There is no need for that, mother.” He begged as he reached for her arm and helped her up.
“It's an honor to meet you.” My mother’s smile could not have been deeper. Even deeper than when she had seen me. Her daughter.
“It's an honor too, mother.” He greeted and slowly let go of her hand.
Mother excitedly excused herself from our presence as she opted to bring him something to eat.
Or drink.
Tyson insisted on not wanting anything but Mother wouldn’t listen. She was bent on entertaining him, her first impression was always to leave a good im
