The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 180
Flattening out the silk over my hips, I turned to the door and awkwardly poked my head out. Sweeping my gaze around the room,
I find them settling on her small figure.Sure enough Laura was standing outside exactly where she was before and brightened
when she saw me. She perked up, pushing herself off the wall she leaned against.
“How does it fit?”
She asks. There’s expectation in her eyes. The unmistakable excitement buried behind her awaiting gaze. All of a sudden I feel
myself getting embarrassed. I step into view, fiddling with the fabric over my waist in anxiousness. The size was perfect. It fit like
a glove. I could only hope I looked just as good as I felt. Judging from the face Laura was making, she thought the same thing.
Breathing in softly, she motioned for me to come over to the vanity. Patting the cu shion of the seat, she shoots me a dazzling
smile,
“Let me do your hair.”
I don’t do anything but nod. Walking to where she was, I sat on the cus hion, facing myself in the mirror and watched my
reflection. Laura doesn’t mind my stiffness, nor does she mind unruly curls messily tangled around my shoulders. She smiles to
herself as she pulls open the drawer. A
beautiful, carved hairbrush hidden in the drawer is pulled out. The handle of the brush shaped into a rose with gold lining over
the petals.
“It was a gift from Stefan.”
She explains silently, noting the way my eyes took in the design. Her slim, gentle hands brush over my neck. Gathering up all the
golden locks into her palms, she smoothens the the mess on top of my head before lifting the comb and brushing down the start
of my hairline. Thankfully my hair wasn’t as tangled as it looked. In slow, languid strokes she repeats the motion of starting from
my hairline to the very tips of my hair.
Her feathery touch so similar to Meredith’s when she brushed my hair back on the day of the Alpha ceremony or when I would
wake up from night terrors during the first few months after Duskfall’s demise. The touch of a mother I missed out on until now.
“He calls me his little Rose.”
She muses, a breathy laugh in her tone. The love and adoration for her maté so clear in the smile playing on her lips. A ghost of
Bentley’s face flashes through my mind. The way he talked about his Maria was so transparent to the way Laura talked about
her Stefan.
“Raizel calls me his wildflower.”
I clamp my mouth shut when I realize what I said. Thoughtlessly blabbing when I was lost in thought was something I failed to
withhold. Immediately her relaxing brushing stops and she looks at me through my reflection. Her eyes widened and her lips
parted in silent surprise. A few seconds go by without either one of us saying anything. Then her shock melts into a

heartwarming smile,
“Is that so?”
She asks quietly. I could only nod in response when she clears her throat, tearing her eyes away and sniffling. She lets out a
frustrated grumble at herself and laughs, rubbing her eyes with one hand before starting to brush my hair back once more,
“Look at me getting all emotional.”
She laughs,
“Forgive me, Darling. I know this isn’t the ideal first meeting but you could imagine the shock I felt
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>when hearing that my son was smitten with someone. My little Rome who grew up far too fast.
finding someone he calls his wildflower. Goddess, if I was being honest with you, I thought this day would never come. I was
certain he’d resigned himself to a lonely life.”
Her voice broke with emotion. The pain evident in her voice as she spoke of Raizel.
“Why?”
I ask, watching as she flinched mid-brush. Laura looked up looking a little guilty as she began braiding my hair. There’s gentle
tugs of my locks twisted into a pattern before being tied at the ends. The silence was tense. The mood tight and dreary. She
frowns, red lips slightly pouting when she brushes the baby hair out of my face. The graze of her fingertips over my temples
barely there when she settles her hands on my shoulders. Laura watched me from my reflection. Her eyes hard and set in
determination.
“My Rome, he-”
she sighs,
“Since he was young we knew he was different. Special, if you will. So special that finding someone to love him as he is, would
prove to be far more difficult than anything an Alpha has to do. It was hard on Stefan and I to convince him he was worthy of
such affection. That he/deserved a chance to love and be loved as much as the next person. To this day, I don’t think he really
believes it himself. He’s a complicated one, my boy. But Goddess is he worth it.”
She smiles to herself before lifting her eyes up to me. The transparency of my expression makes her soften even more.
“By the look on your face, you must think he’s worth it too.”
I don’t miss a beat.
“I do.”
Before she can respond, the door c racks open to the little girl who had been perched on Raizel’s arm. She pushes the door

open, little feet carrying her into the room. I feel myself go still, my breathing a little hard as she walks over to us. Her tiny little fist
in her mouth as she chewed on her knuckles. She watches me in wonder, those brown orbs pinning into me when she suddenly
wobbles to my side. She removes her fist from her mouth, small lips puckered and experimentally walks closer to me. There’s
hesitation in her steps. A pup’s curiosity getting the best of her. She stills at my knees, her hands fist ing over the fabric of the
dress.
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