Yorick

“Yorick, sweetheart, can you please disengage from Cyra so we can finish our conversation. Then the two of you can continue,” my mother’s voice says from somewhere behind me.

I’ve gotten totally lost in kissing my mate. I forgot we were still in the pack hospital.

I reluctantly pull away from my mate, who is quickly turning a bright shade of pink.

“Sorry, Luna,” she murmurs.

“Never apologize for loving your mate, especially when that mate is my son. I am well aware of the ...