Melvina soughed as she watched her son lumber into the kitchen, looking so crestfallen and melancholic. She wondered what had transpired between the three males in the room.
For a moment, she had wanted to attribute it to her mate knowing that their son had a human mate, but then she brushed it off; if he knew, she would have heard angry shouts already. He would have barged into the kitchen, knowing that she had already known about it.
“Mom, He wants some pancakes.” Derek said distastefully, sitting down tiredly on a stool near the kitchen counter; his head bowed down a bit. His father’s earlier pronouncement had zapped energy from him; it still taunted him. He was sure that his uncle was up to no good.
Melvina already knew the ‘he’ her son referred to. His tone said it all.
“What hap
