This place was meant to be our home now. We wouldn’t be going back to the other house; not while peace held in the mansion. And as Alpha and Luna, we were expected to remain. But these walls didn’t yet feel like hers. Or ours.
I reached for her, drawing her close as we approached our hallway. Her presence steadied me, even as everything else threatened to spin out of control.
“When will you make this place yours?” I whispered into her ear.
I wasn’t sure she’d answer. My question stirred something raw in her. Her breath caught—and then she moaned.
I didn’t think. I pinned her against the wall, my lips crashing into hers, desperate and hungry. She kissed me back with equal fire, no hesitation, no fear—just need.
“Let’s get to the room,” I linked her, but she didn’t budge. Her hands grip
