Amber sat down at the long wooden table with the kitchen staff, balancing her plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. There was something comforting about being with them, the women who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to keep the pack running smoothly. The laughter, the shared conversations—these moments of connection were something she needed, especially after everything that had been going on.
Mabel slid into the seat beside her, offering a smile. “You’re really getting your hands dirty, Luna.”
Amber chuckled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Just as she was about to take a bite, a warm presence loomed behind her. She looked up, smiling as Dominic bent down, kissing the top of her head. “There’s my mate,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride.
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