A week later

We were back from Miami, and I was seated before the mirror combing my hair when Alpha Ricardo walked in.

"You are awake." He spoke as he walked up to me and stood behind me. "Let me!" He spoke and took the comb from me.

Slowly he combed my hair while I watched him with thrilled eyes as he packed my hair in a bun.

"How are you able to do that?" I asked and he smiled before responding, "I do comb my mom's hair, it was the favorite thing I love doing for her." He said and stood before me. "I knew my mother wanted a...