The days at the cabin blurred into something warm and precious.
Leo had fully settled in, his laughter filling every corner of our temporary home. Mornings started with him demanding “wolf stories” from the rogue Alphas while Ryker made breakfast. Afternoons were spent in the clearing, where Leo learned to throw a ball, ride on shoulders, and “help” fix motorcycles under careful supervision.
This particular morning, I watched from the porch as Leo rode on Jax’s back, pretending to be a biker king. Kai jogged beside them, giving instructions on how to “lean into the turns.” Zane and Draco built a small ramp out of logs, arguing playfully about the best angle. Ryker stood beside me, one arm wrapped around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“He’s thriving,” Ryker murmured. “Thanks
