The sun rose gently over the cabin the next morning, painting the trees in soft gold. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no urgency, no looming threat pulling at the edges of our peace. Leo’s laughter echoed from the clearing as he chased a butterfly, his small legs pumping with pure joy.
I watched from the porch steps, a warm mug of coffee in my hands. Ryker stood behind me, his arms wrapped loosely around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. The rogue Alphas moved around the clearing like natural extensions of our little world — Jax pretending to be a “speeding motorcycle” for Leo to ride on his back, Kai showing him how to balance on a fallen log, Zane and Draco building a small fort out of branches.
“They’re good with him,” I murmured.
Ryker pressed a kiss to
