The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Daphne's POV I hit my knuckles against the door twice and waited for my Mom to a n s w e r it.

The door flies open to reveal my Mom in a day dress with her hair tied up. "Daphne," she greets me with a huge smile and an open arm which I walk into. "I was wondering when you were going to c o m e visit."

"I got off work early today and decided to come over." It's not a lie but it also isn't the truth. However, I'm not about to tell my Mom that her twenty-five-year-old daughter needed some of mommy's love and s w e e t care.

She pulls away from the hug. "Come in." With a hand on my shoulder, she guides me into the house and closes the door behind us.

"How have you been doing?" I ask, taking a swift look over her person. My Mom is certainly not a dependent middle-aged woman but she's still my Mom and I naturally worry about her well-being.

She likes to act like a tough fox who is impenetrable but I still worry, especially as she lives alone.

She rolls her eyes when she catches the look that I'm giving her.

"Stop being a mother hen." She pushes past me and walks into the kitchen. I follow right behind her and watch as she puts her oven mitts on, opens the oven and reaches inside for a casserole pan that smells like lasagna.

I force myself not to salivate over the mouth-watering smell emitting from it.

"I was just having dinner started." She drops the pan on the counter. "Join me." It's not exactly an offer but I don't care because there's no way in hell that I'm going to say no to her cooking.

Three hours later, dinner is cooked, served and we're both draped across my mother's comfy couch with a wine glass in both our hands.

Our gazes fix on a television in front of us but I have no idea what show is currently playing on it. That's because my thoughts keep drifting off to something that has absolutely nothing to do with what's on the television. I'm in denial and refusing to acknowledge the root of my dilemma.

Thankfully, whatever is on the television s e e m s to be a favorite of my mother's because she keeps giggling and laughing nonstop.

"Daphne, is everything alright?"

At the sound of my mother's voice along with her gentle touch on my shoulder, I pull myself back to reality and find my Mom staring at me worriedly.

A glance at the television shows the credit of whatever it is that we were watching. Dear Lord, how long was I in my head? No wonder my Mom looks so worried.

"I'm fine," I finally answer, giving her a smile that I hope doesn't look as fake as it feels on my face.

She gives me a skeptical look but doesn't press me on it. "You know that you can talk to me about anything. Whatever it's that's on your mind, I'm here to give a learning ear. No judgment."