Then I walked out, leaving them stewing in that.
Because sometimes the best way to protect your sons… is to keep them from fuc.king up their own fate.
The cold outside didn’t bite as much as it used to.
Maybe it was the adrenaline still fading in my veins.
Maybe it was the calm that came the second I saw the cottage.
Nestled right along the lake’s edge, with its weather-worn wooden walls and ivy-draped windows, it looked like it had been plucked from a storybook. The chimney was puffing out a slow, steady stream of smoke, and the scent of pine, ash, and someone’s terrible attempt at making tea filled the air.
Warmth.
Love.
Peace.
This place had become our home again, after my mates stepped down as Alphas to let the new generation take the reins. Alan had hated leaving the old pa
