Alpha Luka And His Human Mate

Victoria's pov

"Victoria" She whispered in shock. I just stood there awkwardly as she gaped at me.

I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, not exactly knowing what to do or say in this position.

I took the opportunity to take in her features. I knew what she looked like from pictures, but it was the first I'll be able to actually see her.

I knew from a tender age that I had most of her features, like her hair colour, eyes and the shape of my face, but I never thought I'd actually get the chance to compare in person.

Her hair was cut to her shoulders in its smooth waves. It looked thinner than in the pictures, but it still looked nice. Her face seemed slightly pale as if she was having a rough day, but her eyes held so much life and joy, just like what aunt Sophie always said.

She wasn't as thick as aunt Sophie and me, but her body weight seemed fair for a woman her age and suited her quite well.

"You're so grown up and beautiful," she said through sniffles. "My baby is all grown up" She added, and I involuntarily took a step back. I scrunched my face up in confusion at her statement, not exactly liking how she's acting.

After leaving me alone all this time, now is the time she realizes she has a 'baby' that's all grown up? Oh no.

My expression seemed to snap her out of her daze, as she invited us in. Lincoln tensed all of a sudden as if he saw something.

"Everything okay?" I asked, concerned by his sudden change in stance. He shook his head as if he was clearing his thoughts then smiled at me.

"Yea, I’m just used to being on high alert around humans." He stated calmly. I wasn't convinced, but I brushed it off nonetheless.

I took the opportunity to observe my mother's house. It reminded me a lot of Velma's home, having that same cosiness about it. Pictures were all over the walls, but I couldn't see them properly from where I stood.

She led us into a small neat dining room, where Lincoln and I sat side by side.

"Can I get you guys anything? Tea, water, coffee?" She asked sweetly.

"Tea sounds fine" I replied, while Lincoln nodded in agreement. She left shortly after telling us to make ourselves at home.

I looked around the dining room, loving how cosy and family-like it felt.

"Why don't we ever use the dining room at home?" I asked Lincoln as the thought popped into my mind.

The kitchen was quite spacious and had more than enough space for us to eat, but the dining room just sat there.

"We do," He chuckled. "On Christmas" I simply shook my head at the wasting of a good dining room.

Daisy, which was what my aunt said my mother's name was, returned shortly after with three cute teacups on a tray. She got comfortable in her chair across from us, beaming happily at me.

Nobody spoke for a while, but eventually, she started talking.

"How are you?" She asked quietly.

replied as I awkwardly

situation felt so

happy?" I picked up a hint of guilt in her tone as she asked. I simply nodded, still not looking at

ring? It looks beautiful" She attempted to sound motherly but my heart wasn't having it. Everything she uttered made the elephant

as I pushed my hands under the table. She smiled brighter at

all you needed" She tried to joke,

not the man of her dreams Miss Deslandes, I'm simply a friend" He corrected politely. She laughed at her assumption as her cheeks turned

call me Daisy" Lincoln nodded with

another moment of silence, which was slightly uncomfortable. Even Lincoln

across the table as the thoughts jumbled in my head. I didn't know what to say or ask, and I felt as if I was

about if I should actually meet my parents, and what

acting as if we were besties. I felt hurt that she knew I was out there but never checked in on me. I was an emotional mess, and the fact that my

my chest. After

meeting her gaze for probably

confused look as if this wasn't

didn't you come back?" I asked a little too harshly, but I wasn't playing

to have this conversation. She sighed, looking down in shame and

but I stayed quiet as I waited for her to elaborate. Lincoln quietly pushed back

wanted to come back but

as she flinched at me using her

"Your dad wasn't....stable"

something I don't know" I scoffed, knowing damn well that Michael was crazy. She looked

confused at the concern in her voice. 'Wow, he

they didn't describe him well." She nodded in understanding with a look on her face

didn't want to know, but I probed her to continue. She sighed

loving" She started with a longing look on

would know. "One day, a couple of months after you turned one,

even

into a wolf,

mumbled as I took a sip of my

with wolves. He would research them, disappear in the

husband and dad, but he was slowly going over the edge. One day, he claimed he saw a wolf again, and he was convinced that he struck a eureka moment. That's the day he decided to go closer to the woods for a few days to investigate." She

begged me to come with him, saying he needed me. He promised

was still my husband. I thought that- that maybe if-" A sob broke through her lips as she attempted to finish the sentence. "I thought that if I was with him, that maybe I could pull him back in, talk some sense into him. But two weeks passed, then three, then two

him that I was going home with or without him, and I left. He told me that I would regret it, but I left anyway. The cabin was a good distance into the woods, so I had to walk back to town. But then,

it knew we were watching it, but I never believed it was a human too. He chased

if whatever reason she gives me will ease the pain

she's describing, and the one in the grave are the same person. It can't

this was the danger I'd be putting you in if I came back for you because wherever I go, he would follow and he was taking his wolf business with him. We were trying

from my seat. "That's the lamest excuse for ruining my childhood