Laura's POV
The Alpha was just outside the room when we came out. His face was white with worry, his eyes asking silent questions.
“He's fine. He should be up and about in a few hours,” my mum told him.
I saw the colour return to his face. One thing was for sure—he had a heart beating inside his chest. He cared about his son. My impression of him had been crude. The high and mighty Alpha who cared about nothing in the world. I was wrong.
“You should let him rest,” my mum stopped him when he tried to enter the room.
He peered over her head into the room where Luca was fast asleep, the sheets draped over him.
My mom pushed the door close in his face. My jaws tightened as my breath caught in my throat. I expected him to lash out but he simply shook his head. Weird enough.
“We're even
