EMILY'S POV
Calling it a house felt wrong. It was a mansion.
Tall stone walls, dark wood beams, wide glass windows that reflected the morning light. The structure spread outward with several wings, each connected by balconies and archways. Nature grew around it, not against it, vines climbing the pillars, lanterns glowing softly beneath the eaves, wolf carvings etched into the wooden doors.
"You live here?" I asked.
Tyler shrugged lightly. "Yeah. It's… quiet. And safe."
He pushed the doors open, revealing a spacious interior with soft warm lighting. The living room was massive — thick rugs, a long fireplace burning low, shelves filled with books and old artifacts.
Tyler led me and the others down a long hallway with polished floors and portraits of past Alphas lining the walls.
He assigned rooms giving each wolf their own space. But they decided to each stay with their mate later on though.
Then, last, he stopped at a door across from his.
"This is yours," he said.
I stepped inside. The room was cozy: a large bed covered in soft blankets, a window overlooking the back forest, and a small shelf where i could place my belongings.
"Tyler…" i murmured, turning to him. "Thank you. You didn't have to bring strangers into your home."
"You're not a stranger," he said quietly. "You're my mate."
The words sat between us, warm and heavy.
He didn't wait for my reaction — just gave a small nod and crossed the hall into his own room, closing the door softly.
But sleep? Neither of us found it.
I lay awake, acutely aware of everything — every heartbeat in the mansion, every breath, every shift in the walls. My senses were too sharp, too alive.
And i could feel Tyler awake too.
Restless.
Stirring.
Just like her.
Finally, i couldn't take the tension anymore.
I opened the door — at the same exact moment Tyler opened his.
We froze, staring at each other across the short hallway.
"I… couldn't sleep," i admitted.
"Me neither," he replied.
There was silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Just full of understanding.
"Do you want to… stay in my room?" he asked gently.
I nodded without hesitation.
Tyler stepped aside, letting me enter. His room was different from the hallway — intimate but simple. A large dark wooden bed, charcoal sheets, a soft wolf-fur blanket, shelves of old books, and a single warm lamp glowing in the corner.
I sat on the edge of the bed while Tyler walked to the couch.
I blinked looking confused. "You're not sleeping here?"
"You should take the bed. I'll be fine—"
I shook her head, a small smile forming.
"We're mates, Tyler. After everything that's happened… being close to you might actually help ease the tensions off my shoulder."
He hesitated only a second before nodding.
He climbed onto the bed beside me, keeping his movements respectful, careful.
He wrapped one arm around in a protective, comforting way — nothing pressured, nothing intimate. Just warmth. Just safety.
I felt safe , secure and wet?...
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead even though i wanted more than that.
"Goodnight, Emily."
"Goodnight, Tyler."
And for the first time since the accident…
We both slept.
Deeply.
Peacefully.
As if the world outside had stopped just long enough to give them rest.