Clarabell's mom's POV
I had begrudgingly agreed to meet Michael, despite my initial reluctance. Perhaps confronting him in person was the only way to drill into his head that I wasn't interested.
The fact that we were supposedly "mated" meant nothing to me. He could easily find another mate in a different pack, for all I cared.
I returned to work the next day, my two-day break having come to an abrupt end. Business wasn't going to run itself, and I had responsibilities to attend to.
My phone rang, shattering the morning calm. I was in a mid-beauty routine, powder puff in hand when the shrill tone interrupted me. It was 7 am, an ungodly hour for anyone but my P.A. to be calling.
I reluctantly picked up the call. "Good morning, Mrs. Elizabeth," my P.A. chimed in, her voice bright and ch
