Della’s POV
Suddenly, it felt like air was being sucked out from my lung. My heartbeat accelerated, sweats formed in my palms, and my chest started feeling heavy.
The time seemed to slow down as my gaze focused on my son, Aaden.
“I heard I look like the Alpha of Dark Moon Pack instead?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat while I stared at my son’s features. His deep brown eyes, his soft pinkish lips forming in a frown, and those cute puffed cheeks. He’s annoyed and curious.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he arrogantly questioned again, “That’s not true though, I’m way more handsome than whoever that is!”
Hearing my son’s follow-up words, I heave a sigh, letting out the breathe I didn’t know I was holding as his cute respond lighten up the room a bit.
Feeling much at ease, I stared back at Albert who remained silent.
For the past three years, he had been good and caring to me like he promise. Like he always had been, and so did to Aaden since the second he was born.