Orrin
A hand on my face draws my attention. “Orrin, please calm down. No one has hurt me, sweetheart, I promise.”
I get out of my seat and pull my mother into my arms. Her arms wrap around my back, and I hear the shuddering breath she takes.
“Mother, you’re worrying me.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just struggling with something.”
I kiss her head before allowing her to pull away from me. I sit on the edge of my desk, and Mother stands in front of me.
“You can tell me anything, Mom.” She smiles. “I’m not your Alpha right now; I’m your son, and I hope your friend.”
“Oh, Orrin,” Mother takes my hand, and I smile. “The thing is – gosh, I don’t know how to say this. I never thought this would happen to me, and I don’t know why it has now; I’m forty-five!”
“But you don’t look a day over twenty-five,
