Penelope POV
Martha enters, a big smile plastered on her face. I round the table to receive her. Alpha or not, this woman has raised me. She is like my mother.
“ Come and sit, Martha.” I say, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa.
After I help her settle, I pour her a glass of water.
“ Look at you, serving me when I am supposed to be serving you instead.” She gently reproaches me.
“ What do you mean you are supposed to serve me instead? You are the elder here so it's my duty to serve you.” I reply and her smile turns doting.
“ You are the Alpha, my child.” She points out and I frown.
“So what? Does that mean I can't serve the person who practically raised me?” I fire back. Martha shakes her head helplessly.
“ You really are headstrong, just like your father.”
I smile at th
