My Best Friends Mother Novels & Stories

“Well that’s not surprising at all, became your mother and my sister used to be best friends.” “Wait, what the hell did you just say?”

“Remind me to never ask for a rib-crushing hug next time.” “Your fault.” “I accept.” Then I smiled at her. “Good morning mother.” “How was your night?” “It was okay. Why are you here this early?” “It’s your first day at school in a new pack. I thought you might need the morale boost.” That was why she was my best friend. She knew everything about me. Knew just when I needed her and she would never fail to show up. “You’re the best mother ever.” “And the best friend too.” I chuckled. “Yes, and the best friend too.”

I explain, and Jia looks down at the piece of fruit she is playing with in her fingers. "Single mom, huh," she mumbles, and I laugh a little. "She wasn't one of those stereotypical young mothers who can't stay out of the bar or always needs a boyfriend to feel whole. She was my best friend. She treated me like fine china before she even knew I was sick. She always put me first. My mom is awesome. I miss her," I explain as my voice slowly fades. Jia looks at me, and I see the flicker of pain in her dark eyes.

Just walking. That's when I find her. The Queen Mother is sitting in the garden. Same place we met this morning. Staring at the moon. "Can't sleep either?" she asks without turning around. "Too much on my mind." "I know the feeling." She pats the bench beside her. "Sit. Talk with me." I do. We sit in silence for a moment. "You really knew my mother?" I ask finally. "I did. Mira was my best friend from the time we were children." Her smile is sad. "She was fierce. Brave. Always standing up for what was right. Even when it was dangerous."

Her hands trembled as her eyes widened and watered. "It... it can't be?" She said, removing herself from my father's hold. Kwen frowned in confusion, while everyone else was just as confused. "Mom... do you know her?" My father asked. She took a staggered step. "V... Vivian?" "I'm sorry?" Kwen said, obviously still confused. "I-I know you're not her, but you look just like her." "Like who, mother?" My father asked. "My best friend." It was silent in the room. We all knew how much she loved the woman none of us ever met. The way she spoke about her best friend Vivian, the human, was always in the best of light.

I approached quietly, moved by that image. He was there—for my mother. A woman he’d never had a relationship with. It was just one night. My mother had always made that clear. And for me—a daughter he barely knew. A daughter who, that very night, had lain with his best friend… in secret. I touched his leg. He woke up, startled. “Ah... Maria, my girl... So? How is she?” I cried again.

Who on earth was this friend? "Mom." I kept my voice calm. "Who is this friend?" "I don't remember his name." She frowned. "I don't think he told me, but he was so kind. All he did was ask all about you, when you were little." None of those words made me feel at ease. Who was this person? It wasn't Theodore. Theodore wouldn't meet with my mother behind my back. Was it a reporter? "What did they look like?" "He's tall and handsome," She wiggled her brows at me. "He had some tattoos here." She tapped her knuckles.

But the thought of sleeping in the sheets that had never known dirt or ash made me feel like an intruder. I thought of my mother and how she died in a bed with an itchy blanket, and then I remembered how she was thrown into a fire and discarded like she was nothing more than rubbish. Anger coiled at the pit of my stomach, and bile rose in my throat. Was it true that she once knew this man? Was my father truly his friend? Could King Lucian Orion be trusted? ….

The bitterness in her tone was sharp. “You are my daughter.” “And that’s supposed to make this easier?” “No,” I admitted. She looked up at me then. For a second, I didn’t see the future Alpha. I saw the little girl who used to demand I watch her spar, even when she was five and swinging a wooden stick twice her size. “You chose my best friend,” she said. “I did.” “And you’d do it again.” “Yes. She's my mate Alice.” She inhaled sharply at that.

"I find it embarrassing that a girl who has lived under my roof for twenty years has to wear old, faded sweaters while my daughter’s closet is overflowing with things she never wears." "She is a charity case!" Tessa shrieked, her face turning a deep, ugly shade of red. All her "best friend" acting disappeared in a second. "She’s the girl from the street! You can't give her things like that! Those are supposed to be for me! I’m the daughter!"