Thirteen : Mom's

I stood there frozen, don't know if I am hearing the right thing or just imagining, I watch how my mother watching me as well, no one is talking.

She keeps on fidgeting her fingers, her way of showing how nervous she is, looking anywhere but me, she is like, looking at me in a second and divert her gaze anywhere else.

"Is that a joke?" I ask flatly, I saw her heaved a long sigh before looking straight to my eyes.

"It's not a joke, darling. Your father is a werewolf and an Alpha to his pack." She said in a low voice.

"Are you his mate?"

"No, he has another mate." She said, hurt is lace in her voice.

"Wha--"

"Let me tell you the whole story, I know you deserve to know the truth." She looks at me and smile weakly, her eyes is teary as she held my hands tightly and I just nod.

I, maybe a hard-headed sometimes, but my mom is always my weakness.