The Alpha and Me

111. Stubborn baby

Hii Fam,
Sorry for the delay in update.
I had several chapters ready but somehow this chapter got deleted.
Enjoy reading now though. 🥰💯

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111. Stubborn baby

Nandini's POV

The ride back home was silent as I refused to let Mahir's cuteness melt through my determination. Although he tried using his ways with me, I was still his mother. I picked him up and went home like that while he faked loud cries and tried to be stubborn.

I dropped him in a chair placed across from the countertop in the kitchen. He aggressively threw his bag and sat cross-legged, his hands folded tightly against his chest as he pouted infuriatingly.

"What makes my boy so angry?! Nandini, did you do something?" I was washing an apple to give to Mahir as his afternoon snack as a way of punishment when Turley walked in with a bag full of groceries.

The woman brought an instant smile to Mahir's face. He stood up on the stool and opened his arms wide. Turley took him gladly and wetted his face with kisses. She ruffled his hair and sat him down on the countertop as she listened to Mahir's whispers.

Rolling my eyes, I cut the apple into pieces. Turley has spoiled my son. She's the best Nonna in the world. The woman is not my real mother but she became one the moment she found me face flat on the ground by the side of an empty street in the darkening evening in nothing but a coat drenched in blood and my tears.

The memories of that night sends a frosty chill crawling up my spine. My skin burns and my eyes refuse to fight the tears because that phase in my life was the worst I could ever see. I lost so many things, including the love of my life. If it wasn't for the baby in my womb, I would have asked for a painless death from the moon goddess.

But I didn't do anything wrong. The world wronged me and shook my life to wreckage. And the baby in my belly was proof that I could have had a happy life with the man I loved had he not preferred power over love.

Tossing those memories in the blackest corner of my mind, I turned to my son and his Nonna. They were most likely discussing how to get my mood light again. Because after such returns from school, Mahir would seek Turley's help to convince me.

The woman took care of him from the moment he came out of my belly. She was alone and an owner of a huge ranch in San Francisco county. She supplies vegetables to a large chain of grocery shops in California, and has various other products like honey, essential oils extracted and dispatched all by herself.

So when she found me and I relied on her with my story, she happily took me in. She was flabbergasted to know I came from a world of paranormal creatures that we only believed existed in novels. But after I gave birth to Mahir, he started showing signs of being a wolf's pup.

Although it is believed that wolves don't show signs until they are eighteen, my son changes eye color while he's still four. He can heal himself if the wound is as little as a scratch overnight. Mahir is also allergic to silver very badly.

I once brought him a small ring of silver and put it on. Within minutes he was covered with rashes and didn't get out of bed for good two weeks. It happened a year ago after his third birthday. Since then, Turley and I are taking good care of him as we also read articles and important books about werewolves and what can be harmful to them and their pups.

"Nandini," I looked up from the apple pieces to Turley.

She had Mahir hugging her neck while she held him like a baby monkey. Her black skin glowed even brighter when she walked into the line of intensifying sunray, coming from the window above the sink.