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 already, 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.” ...