Elara’s POV
The breaking news on Astrogrid scread about the Holy Crystal theft at Glimraven Port.
Wild.
But I had bigger concerns. I pulled up the family group chat and typed, "Everyone needs to move back in with ."
The house felt lifeless without them around.
Definitely needed so energy in this place.
Silas shot back first: "Copy that."
He showed up before anyone else could blink—didn’t even need to pack a bag. He claid the room right next to mine, complete with the connecting balcony.
Forget whatever room he’d been scoping out before—the way he swooped in so slick, nobody needed an explanation.
I’d booted them all out earlier. Now I was singing a different tune? Obviously Silas was pulling the strings.
They had no clue he was that smooth.
Silas smirked: "You’re welco!"
The rest scrambled and wrestled for spots, thanking Silas the whole damn ti.
Kaelen ca in second. The little dragon moved like lightning—ditched his ride, swept up, and bolted back. Still ca up short against Barrett, though. The pri real estate on both sides of my room was history. He settled for sothing on the third floor instead. With that tail of his, he could dangle upside down if he felt like it. Plus wings ant flying was always an option.
Alistair claid the ground floor. He moved quick—all that slithering and sliding paid off.
Finnian snatched the room straight across from mine. Julian also went for the first floor, facing Alistair—his ca with a pool out back. Dorian couldn’t care less—didn’t matter to him where I crashed or who I crashed with.
They could battle over my body all they wanted. None of them could reach my soul.
My soul belonged to him alone.
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Once room assignnts were locked down, the cleaning bots kicked into gear. Alistair took over kitchen duty.
After claiming his first-floor space, he grabbed an apron and got down to business.
Caral milk pudding was first on the list—Elara’s favorite.
at was non-negotiable. He’d snagged fresh vegetables from Elara’s greenhouse, so potato and brisket stew made the cut, along with cheese olets, a fruit spread, and seared steak. One steaming dish after another hit the counter.
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Elara’s POV
When I wandered downstairs, Alistair was wrapping up the final veggie dish.
I’d called him the most "husband material" of the bunch before. Totally accurate. Sothing about him in that apron just amplified the whole vibe.
And those looks? Yeah. Pure eye candy.
I snuck up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Looking good, Commander Alistair."
Alistair grinned: "Elara, everyone’s here."
He wasn’t bothered. Just didn’t want feeling weird later—especially with that rabbit ready to choke on his own jealousy.
"Sweetheart?" I smiled.
Alistair went completely still.
I called out louder: "Sweetheart."
His breathing hitched. I hadn’t used that na in ages.
"You’re all mine," I said. "No need to hold back just to keep things even. Like right now—I want to hug you. You gonna tell no?"
He shook his head. He’d never refuse. He wanted more. But there was only one , so he kept restraining himself, over and over.
"About what you said earlier," I pointed to my lips, "you owe an apology."
Alistair caught on imdiately. He leaned down, lifted with one arm, and kissed .
Long monts passed before he finally broke away. My cheeks were burning. Alistair pressed his forehead against mine: "Is your period giving you trouble?"
I’d spent half the day sleeping without eating. That had him worried. Nobody knew better—I was usually active and constantly hungry. If I was sprawled around avoiding food, sothing was definitely off.
"Not really," I said. "Just wiped out."
God, his voice is so gentle. If I weren’t on my period, I’d jump him right here.
"I made caral pudding," Alistair said. "The male handbook claims sweets help during a female’s cycle."
"You actually studied how to be a husband, didn’t you?" I cupped his face and planted a big kiss on him.
One kiss in, and Julian yanked backward: "Busy as always, my lady."
Barrett jumped in: "Kiss him, then ?"
I wanted to vanish: "Everyone caught that?"
"Classic line. Impossible to miss," Barrett said.
The whole crew had gathered, and Dorian appeared too. The little leopard pushed through the others and buried his face in my lap: "Elara, can you please rein in your husband?" he whined. "That rabbit actually drugged ."
He slumped down, resting his chin on my chest: "Full dose in the water," he continued, all pathetic. "I was out all afternoon. Look—there’s still a mark on my face from sleeping. Doesn’t he realize a male’s face is crucial?"
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