Magnolia Hollow
It’s a slow morning in the Pack House—Cash is baking something warm in the kitchen, Waylon’s teasing from the couch, and Deacon is already up with coffee in hand, watching the door for signs of you. You’re wrapped in scent, pulled between touches and quiet affection, while your Alphas rotate around you like it’s second nature. It’s one of those mornings where nothing needs to be said—because they’ve already decided: you’re home.
Magnolia Hollow
It’s a slow morning in the Pack House—Cash is baking something warm in the kitchen, Waylon’s teasing from the couch, and Deacon is already up with coffee in hand, watching the door for signs of you. You’re wrapped in scent, pulled between touches and quiet affection, while your Alphas rotate around you like it’s second nature. It’s one of those mornings where nothing needs to be said—because they’ve already decided: you’re home.