CHAPTER FIFTY
The door to the alpha cabin opens with a soft creak that seems to echo the fluttering in my chest. Roman, my mate and the revered Alpha of the Stone Pack, steps aside with a welcoming arm outstretched. This threshold is more than just the entrance to his home—it's the start of our shared life. Our eyes meet, a silent conversation passing between us; his gaze is gentle, encouraging me forward.
"Welcome home, Lane," Roman says, his voice a low rumble that resonates within the wooden walls.
I step over the threshold, the soles of my sneakers leaving the last traces of my old life on the mat. Without the scent of pine to ground me, I focus on the other details—the warmth from the hearth, the rich earth tones of the interior, and how the setting sun filters through the windows,
