-Mason-
"You were with mommy! Why did you not take to her?" Harper was complaining loudly at me.
When I got back to our place in Saint Isabelle, my boy sniffed her scent on me.
I had the chance to hold Amelie today. She smells like oranges, with a faint scent of strawberries.
"Son, I have explained you. Mommy is not well yet. She does not remember anything."
Harper began to sob, and I hugged his small frame.
“Alphas do not cry, Harper.” I felt my wolf whimper. Jax has cried. I had cried. It is a stupid phrase.
“Mommy said I could cry with her… Why can I not cry with daddy?” He told me between tears.
Old teachings in my head take the best of me sometimes. It is not alright to tell a little boy something like that. Harper is only four. And I want him to grow
