‘Iris’, Millicent called. ‘What were you doing with Blake’s son at the party?’‘What do you mean, mother?’ she asked.

‘Were you planning on mating with him?’ Millicent asked.

‘I heard it is called imprinting’, Iris explained patiently like she would a five year old. ‘I had no control over my emotions or actions. It just happened. He and I are fated. And oh, by the way, his name is not Blake’s boy but Alpha Adrian!’

‘Don't take that tone with me. You are just a ...