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“Among other things,” Caleb preened. “I also manage our international portfolios and?—”

“He means he’s the baby genius,” I translated.

“Perfect!” Imo looked absolutely delighted. “Rich leader, strong protector, smart baby. Very balanced! Luke?—”

“I swear to God, Mom, if you say ‘add to spreadsheet’ one more time?—”

“Already done,” she said smugly, holding up her phone. “See? I make chart. Very organized. Categories for wealth, protection, intelligence?—”

“Aww, the baby wolf,” Luke cooed, desperately trying to change the subject.

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at Caleb’s expression, though I could see him sneaking pleased glances at Imo’s approval rating system.

“Wait, wait.” Imo was suddenly fumbling with her phone. “I need pictures.”

“You really don’t—” I started.

“For reference!” She held her phone up to the laptop screen. “Smile!”

Three powerful alpha werewolves obediently smiled for my adoptive Korean mother’s impromptu photo session.

“Mom, are you seriously—” Luke paused. “Are you recording this?”

“Of course! For review.”

“Review of what?” I asked suspiciously.

“Their intentions, their auras, their?—”

“You’re not going to curse them, are you?” Luke asked.

Imo looked deeply offended. “I do not curse people!”

“You literally just threatened them with curses five minutes ago,” I pointed out.

“That was warning! Different thing!” She waved her hand dismissively. “Now, about next weekend?—”

“Weekend?” Marcus’ eyebrows shot up.

“Yes, yes. Luke has taken extra days. We drive up Saturday morning, leave Monday morning.” She said it like it was already decided. Knowing Imo, it probably was.

“We are?” Luke looked as surprised as I felt.

“Of course! Must inspect in person. Must make sure Kai is safe, well fed, properly protected.” She peered at the screen. “Big house needs proper cleansing. Many spirits.”

“The only spirits here are in the wine cellar,” Caleb said, then yelped when Derek elbowed him.

“We would be honored to host you,” Marcus said smoothly. Two days of Imo’s protective rituals and Luke’s sass? The pack might not survive.

“Good!” Imo beamed. “I bring ingredients for proper Korean food. Show family authentic recipes.” She paused thoughtfully.

Jorge, who’d been hovering closer and closer to the screen, flashed his most charming smile. “I would be honored to learn,señora. Your knowledge of traditional cooking and spirits sounds… fascinating.”

“Ah!” Imo’s eyes sparkled with interest. “You are the chef? The one feeding my Kai?”

“Si, señora. Jorge Stone, at your service.” He actually bowed. “Your hanbok is very elegant. The blue silk brings out your?—”

“Is your chef hitting on my mom right now?” Luke stage-whispered to me.

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