26. Rowan's POV
I am bent over the kitchen, making a bread sandwich, something that I have never done in my life before.
I've never cooked, my father never cooked and my mother made no attempt to domesticate me, but here I am making a sandwich for my son.
He is standing a few feet from me, his hands folded as he watches my hands move.
“I don't like the burnt corners. Can you cut them off? Mummy always cuts them off for me.”
My eyebrows furrow with even more concentration. “Sure, buddy.”
After I'm down, I hand his sandwich to him with a pack of juice. He walks back into his room and I turn back to Isabella and two other women that I have summoned into the kitchen.
“Where the f**k is his mother?” I ask with a voice stiff with annoyance.
“It's my fault Alpha, I sent her to the
