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Chapter Forty: Hop On

The meal was delicious; nothing tasted the least bit artificial, and every item was fresh. The setting for the meal was almost buffet-like, where the dining room in the manor held a various array of items, and there were numerous tables due to the number of people eating.

On my table was the Alpha, his mother, Elaine’s mother (for whatever reason) and one of the women we undid bean pods with.

I may have forgotten how it is to dine with others because, despite the delicious meal, I cannot seem to get anything past my lips.

Aside from the questions on 'grandkids' that I try my best to navigate, the word 'mum' no longer leaves my lips.

Each smile, each compliment, each forced polite laugh, and each posed question emphasises the feeling that I am not supposed to be here. I feel as if I am stealing moments that are not supposed to be mine.

Is that what Elaine felt as she wore my gowns and paraded into my home—if you could even call the Alpha’s manor my ‘home’?

Probably not.

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