My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
Dee chuckled and shook her head.
“Not technically,” she answered. “I have raised him since he came here at 9 years old. It’s kind of a long story. But no, I’m not his birth mother.”
“Oh, I see,” Becca said, her face reddening. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, dear. I get it a lot,” Dee said kindly, giving Becca a warm smile.
“Dee is the head worker,” I explained. “She’s basically the entire pack’s mother. She makes sure all their basic needs are met. Every worker in this packhouse answers to her. She’s also the head chef and cooks amazing food.”