“We’ll leave you to commune with it later,” Robert said, tugging me toward the last room.
The second bedroom.
This one was emptier—just a soft rug rolled up in the corner, clean walls, and light spilling in through two smaller windows. But there was something about it. A quiet energy. A promise.
I turned to ask about it, and that’s when Robert smiled.
“This will be the pups’ room.”
My brain took a second to load. “…What?”
Rett’s hand slid around my waist. “Our babies, my love,” he murmured.
My heart stopped.
Then it exploded.
And yes. I cried.
Like a big, stupid, love-struck i***t.
Because somehow, in the span of one afternoon, I’d gone from “visiting the pack” to “this is your forever home, here’s a bed the size of a continent, a mossy shower, and oh—tiny werewolf babies incomi
