HARPER
“He’ll hate my haircut, right?” Jacob stared into my poor vanity mirror and scrutinized his appearance for the millionth time since he arrived.
It was the evening of the full moon dinner and he was hanging out in my room while the staffs set up the picnic dinner by the poolside.
Mom insisted that we keep my door open because she wasn’t ready to be a grandma, but with how much panicking Jacob was doing, there was no way he’d have time to indulge in anything that would make her one.
“Alpha Hawthorne is just as impressionable as any other dad and I’m sure he’ll love you, you have a thing for easily wrapping parents around your finger,” I placed a moon clip in my hair as I spoke, “have you seen how whipped you have my mom? Oh, please.”
“I’m great with moms, but he’s not just any re
