Chapter 57

I wake up early the next morning, eager to spend time with my mom. A little shower play almost

made me late to meet up with her. My mates can be insatiable, but I'm not sure I'd have it any other

way.

Mom wasn't in the dining room for breakfast, but I wasn't worried. I figured she may have eaten at

home, and we would meet up later. The twins kiss me on the cheek and head upstairs to get some

work done with the Alpha. I decide to wait for mom in the lounge downstairs.

There is more hustle and bustle in the packhouse than usual. I guess everyone is in overdrive trying

to get ready for the ceremony, but I'm surprised that anyone would be working this hard. I know

Luna Kimberly doesn’t want me to step into her role as Luna, but she doesn't really have a choice.

I'm mated to her sons, who are to be the next Alphas of this pack. She can't circumvent the

Goddess’ wishes.

I check my phone and see that I'd been waiting for about an hour. It's easy to lose track of time

when you are engrossed in social media. The things that people post online for public consumption

can be mind-boggling. I wonder what's taking mom so long to meet with me.

Mom? Are you okay?

Uh...hey Tia. I...I'm fine.

“l....I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention.” I turn to walk out of the office when a voice stops me.

"Don’t be embarrassed. Pretty soon, you will be able to walk into this room whenever you like, so

why not start a bit early. Come in, P- Tia. Have a seat.” I turn to a smiling Alpha Paul. He is such a

nice guy, and I'm surprised I never knew that before. I look at Landon and Lincoln, both giving me a

slight nod. I walk toward the desk and stand next to the twins. “I'm surprised you aren't out

shopping for your dress. I figured that would be the plan today.”

"Yeah, little Lynny said she was going with you and Doc to get your dress. Is everything okay?” I

didn't realize I was so emotional about the situation until I felt arms wrap around my waist and a

thumb clearing away a fallen tear.

Alpha Paul looks at Beta John and then back at me. “I think we should given them a few minutes to

talk. Let's head to your office; I want to ask you something anyway.” Beta John nods, and they leave

the office. Landon walks over to his father's chair with his arms around me. Lincoln follows behind

us and leans against the desk, facing us, while Landon sits in the chair, pulling me on his lap.

Lincoln grabs my hands and rubs his thumbs along my fingers. “What happened, beautiful? Why the

tears?” I sigh, lean against Landon, and am rewarded with a few kisses on my temple.

“Mom told me that she can’t come with me to get my dress. I waited for her for about an hour

before mind linking her. She didn't even tell me why she couldn't go. I tried to ask, but she has

blocked me.” Landon’s hold on me tightens, and I burrow into him a bit more. Lincoln tightens his

hold on my hand, and I feel a few more tears fall down my face.

"What do you think happened? Do you think she’s hurt?,” Landon is in my ear, and his warm breath

is fanning my cheek. I can't find my voice, so I shrug.

“You should go talk to her. Maybe she will be able to explain face to face.”

“I don't want to go over there and run into my sisters or dad.” Lincoln nods at me, and his eyes

glaze over. When his eyes refocus, he has a slight smile on his face. “Your dad is running a training,

and your sisters are training with him. It's safe to go there and talk to your mom.”

Landon squeezes me and kisses my cheek. “Do you want company?” I shake my head.

“I think I need to see her on my own.” I stand up to have Lincoln pull me into a big hug.

“Just talk to her and get her side. It could be something small. I know your mom loves you.” I

breathe in Lincoln's scent to calm my nerves. I kiss him on the cheek and kiss Landon before walking

out of the office. I need to go see my mom and figure out what happened overnight. If I had to

guess, I would say it has something to do with my sisters, but I don't want to make any

assumptions. I walk down the stairs and out of the packhouse, setting sights on my childhood

home.