Mom is waiting outside and her arms are crossed tightly over her chest.
“What the hell is going on,” she demands the second she sees my face, and her eyes search mine like she is trying to read something I am not saying.
“I don’t know what his problem is,” I snap before I can stop myself, because the anger is easier than the truth.
She frowns.
“What does this have to do with the Alpha?”
“He hasn’t cared about us since he took over from his father,” I reply sharply, “and I don’t care about him or his people.”
She studies me closely.
“The pain,” she presses, “what was that.”
“It just happened,” I say quickly, because I cannot tell her that I felt him inside another woman like it was happening to me.
She does not look convinced but she does not push further, and instead she sits down
