Isabella’s POV.
The morning had come again.
Its rays streamed through my thin living room curtains like they had been staged there.
They made the living room glow, a beautiful golden glow that looked serene to witness…
That was until my son interrupted it with a tap on my side.
“Mommy.”
Charles sat cross-legged on the floor, his school uniform already slightly rumpled despite my efforts to iron it just moments ago.
“Mommy.” He called again when I didn't respond fast enough. His tiny fingers fidgeted with the strap of his backpack as he looked up at me with wide, hopeful eyes.
“Mommy, can you hear me or are you lost in the sunlight like you always are?”
“I'm not.” I snapped back to reality quickly.
“What is it?”
“Can we invite Alpha Kaden to the PTA meeting today?” he asked, his
