Alpha Nyxion's POV

"Hey...hey, it's not my fault your meals are the absolute best," I said, raising my hands in surrender.

"Yeah, we'll keep your growls to yourself. Some people are approaching a hundred and twenty next month, and would not like a heart attack," She grumbled, returning to turn the stew in the pot.

I sat on the stool in the middle of the kitchen and watched her work. Avery was like a second mother to me and my brothers, and we never made her feel any less. She was ...