Alpha Ivan’s POV
I pull up in the driveway and look up at the house through the window.
The last three months have gone too fast and now I find myself back here once again.
Home.
This place holds none of the associated connotations for me.
Safety. Belonging. Love. Family.
This place never offered any of those things and I’m sure that it never will.
I get out of the car and take a deep breath before I close the door and head up the steps.
I enter into the large entrance to find that it’s completely empty.
Just then, the door to the dining room opens and my mom comes rushing out towards me.
“Ivan!! Son, you are home!! I was expecting you over an hour ago!” she says brightly.
I furrow my brows in confusion.
“The traffic was bad.” I lie.
She then takes hold of my arm
