For the first time in weeks, the cabin was quiet.
Leo was safe — far away in Selene’s heavily warded mountain sanctuary, completely untraceable. The knowledge allowed me to breathe easier, even if the ache of missing him lingered.
I woke up tangled in heat. Ryker’s massive arm was draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. The rogue Alphas had claimed space around the large bed — Jax and Kai on one side, Zane and Draco stretched out on the other. The curse hummed softly between all of us, balanced and warm.
No emergencies. No hybrids. No immediate threats.
Just us.
The day unfolded slowly, almost tenderly.
Ryker made breakfast — surprisingly skilled with those large hands — while the rogue Alphas moved around the kitchen like a well-oiled machine. Kai poured
