Saoirse
He was about to say more when my mother entered the room. They shared this quick look, like some silent agreement I wasn’t supposed to see, and then Alpha Callum just left without saying another word.
“Are you okay now?” she asked, sitting next to me in the chair. Her voice was soft, too soft, like she thought I might break if she said something wrong.
And I can’t help but remember how Father always knows exactly what to do, exactly what to say. But can I blame her for not being him?
“I don’t want you to pity me,” I whispered, my eyes glued to the floor.
She reached for my hand anyway, holding it like she could stop me from slipping away. “I’m not pitying you, Saoirse,” she said. “I just… I need to know what’s going on inside your head. You look at me like I’m not even your mo
