Gianna’s POV

Three days.

Three glorious, quiet, delicious days since that car rolled out of the driveway with Tara inside it, one hand on her belly like she was carrying the whole damn future. I watched from the upstairs window until the taillights disappeared around the bend. Then I smiled—not a big one, but just the small, private kind you save for when something finally goes your way.

The house felt different without her. Lighter. Less… crowded. Asher was still here, of course—still Alpha, still brooding, still pretending he didn’t notice me moving through the halls like I owned every inch of them again. But without Tara’s soft footsteps, her...