_Alyssa's POV_
When Logan and I arrived back at the packhouse, I saw my mom standing by the entrance, her face lighting up as she waved at me. I could already tell that she was thrilled to be here, but all I could think about was the encounter I had just witnessed on the street—Damon with that strange woman.
I plastered a smile on my face as I stepped out of the car, knowing I had to play the part of the happy mate. My mom rushed toward me, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Alyssa! I am so happy to be here!” she said, her voice full of excitement.
“Hey, Mom,” I replied, hugging her back. I pulled away, glancing at Logan, who was now standing beside us. He smiled at my mom like he was the perfect son-in-law.
“Mrs. Harding, it’s a pleasure to have you staying with us,” Logan said, his voic
