ALEX POV
This was the first Christmas I would spend with Alice as my mate—and not just my mate, but the mother of my unborn pups. Everything about this day felt monumental, from the fresh snowfall outside to the hum of holiday cheer that filled the Blackwood Packhouse.
I may have conjured a show storm last night. Or not.
Noone will question a show storm in Georgia.
Right?
The Christmas lights twinkled like stars against the pine garlands draped along every bannister, and the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked desserts wafted through the air.
But all of that paled compared to the real gift: Alice.
We had woken up together in our room, sunlight streaming through the curtains as I pulled her closer under the blankets. She was still half-asleep, her messy hair tickling my chin,
