Daphne
I’ve always wanted to be a mother, since I was a little girl. I used to practice, first on dolls and teddy bears, and then later, when I was old enough to be more help than hindrance, my mother let me volunteer in the nursery. Those dreams had been pushed to the back of my mind as I grew older, crowded out by school, my first shift, boys, and later the devastating loss of my parents and the beta.
I hadn’t thought much about motherhood since that day. I was consumed with mourning, and then with putting my life back together. Supporting my brothers as they took their place as the Alphas, stepping into the very big shoes of our father, finishing high school, and then moving on to university, first for my bachelors, and then my masters in psychology. It’s not that I’d ever given
