Moving into the Alpha’s lodge felt like stepping into a dream I hadn't dared to imagine.
Before the chaos of dinner, I had explored my new quarters. My room was a sanctuary of sage and oak, but it was the adjoining door that stole my breath.
Leo’s Nursery.
The crib was hand-carved birch, shaped like leaves. A mural of a golden sun covered the wall.
"Do you like it?" Caleb had asked, leaning against the doorframe, shirtless.
"It’s beautiful," I’d whispered. The tension between us was a live wire, but he had just nodded and walked away before the heat could consume us.
The Battlefield
By evening, the kitchen was a battlefield of steam and spice.
Tonight was the "First Official Dinner."
I had decided to make a massive pot of Blackwood Habanero Chili, honey-butter cornbread,
