24. The Painting

CHAPTER 24: The Painting

Alpha Maverick’s Pov

My phone rang loudly, earning a growl from deep within my chest.

I turned towards the phone; its shrill in the silence of the night shattered it.

I knew who it was without even looking at the phone—my mother, Luna Elodie.

I didn’t bother answering, instead, I left Natalie alone in the room and made my way towards my mom’s chambers.

The walk to her place was short, and I knew her favorite hobby room. I knew she’d be there, lost in her world and arts, just like every night.

I stood in the corner of the room, its door open, as I watched her paint, her brushstrokes bold and confident as she portrayed her mind into the image of a portrait. I knew that she was lost in her world, filled with numerous colors and creativity that only the imagination could produce. I smiled at her features, a sense of peace washing over me.

“You know that’s the exact way your father used to watch me,” she called out, her voice low and soft, as if not wanting t