Chapter Sixty-Three
Jacob’s POV
“Well, aren’t you cold to your mother…” Anabel’s usual singing voice had bitterness mixed into it.
I stood up to kiss her cheeks but the pout on my mother’s lips didn’t fade.
“I’m visiting you now, mother.” I reminded her. “Where’s dad?”
A small ‘hmp’ came out of her lips and motioned for me to sit on the couch, which I did.
“He’s out for a run, says he’s getting too old for it. And I’m not talking about your seldom visitation schedule to your mama, I’m talking about the luna ceremony that I only heard from Brent! How could you do that to me?”
My jaw clenches upon hearing her say that. I came here to tell my mother about the ceremony and my freaking nosy-ass beta had already done the job for me. Here I am, thinking that she’s pissed that I haven’t com
