Alpha Noah steps though the front door of his mother’s house somewhat absentmindedly, through the sitting room and makes to go upstairs when he stops in his tracks. Backtracking, he takes a few steps back and comes to a stop in front of the kitchen. Eyes wide open and mouth gaping, he stares incredulously inside.
What. The…
He had come over to check on his mother’s condition, expecting to find her resting in bed after getting injured yesterday, but who knew he would find her awake, on her feet, and bustling away in the kitchen as though nothing was wrong?
He watches her mix something in a glass bowl on the kitchen island while humming a pleasant tune and swaying her head to it.
“Mom!” he exclaims.
She quickly looks up in surprise, “Hmm?” and when she meets his eyes, a soft smile spre
