THERE was no Carmen when Prima entered the threshold of the cabin. Rather, it was the silence that greeted the alpha.
There were no giggles from Charlie nor an argument between her son and mate.
She threads the short distance between the small living room and the back door.
Prima sighed in disappointment when she did not see Carmen nor her son in the worktable she built for her small family.
She went back inside. After drinking a glass of water, she marched to their bedroom.
The tall woman was surprised when saw her mate inside. She sighed. She was glad that her mate was here.
Carmen was putting the clothes back in the closet.
The petite woman must have started on the laundry after she left for lunch. It was supposed to be Prima’s schedule this week.
Prima watched her mate as
