“I get it. I host most of the club's social gatherings here with the brothers, their mates, and their pups. My mother always loved big and inviting kitchens. It’s what I’m used to.”
I nod, my jaw gaped, because it felt like he was telling my own life story.
“May I ask about her?” I was nervous. He mentioned her death when we spoke at the bar, but I wasn’t sure how recent it was. I knew that even though it hurt me, I loved talking about my mother. I wanted the world to know her brilliance.
Wolf smiled thoughtfully. “She was fierce but kind. She was a true leader and believed in equality. Unfortunately, the harmony she created ended when her life did. My father changed, and with him, my brother did too. When my mother passed, my family bond went with her. That was, until I found Cutter, t
