Amelia’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the large windows of the pack house as I unpacked the last box. I had officially moved in with Lucas and Luke. My clothes now hung beside theirs in the big closet. My favorite books sat on the shelf next to their things. It felt real now. This was my home.
“Need help, love?” Lucas asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He kissed the side of my neck softly.
“I’m almost done,” I said, leaning back into his chest. “It still feels a little unreal. Living here with both of you.”
Luke walked in carrying my favorite mug filled with warm tea. “It’s real. And we’re so happy you’re finally home.”
Our days had settled into a beautiful rhythm. In the mornings, we would wake up tangled together. Sometimes they would make love to me slowly, the
