Cleo
Ava had been living with us for just over a month, and somehow, in that short time, the cottage had started to feel different.
Lighter.
Warmer.
Like it was finally becoming a real home.
We had settled into a routine that worked surprisingly well. Eric handled the outdoor chores while Ava and I took care of everything inside. There was no arguing over who was doing what, no complaints and, most importantly, no Asher.
At least, not under our roof.
Alpha Xavier had even gone completely overboard when Ava casually mentioned how much easier our lives would be with a ride-on mower.
A few days later, one appeared.
Then came the gardening equipment.
Then the concrete slab.
Then the garden shed that several of his Omegas erected behind Eric’s entertainment area.
I had laughed when
