Rebecca’s POV
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I stared at the sleek, modern beachfront property in front of me, then at the keys Dominic was holding out. The sunlight glinted off the metal, making it seem even more surreal. A house. He had bought me a house.
“This… this is too much, Dominic,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes as I took the keys with trembling fingers.
Dominic stepped closer, his warm hand cupping my cheek. “Nothing is too much for you and Lucas,” he said softly, his deep blue eyes intense and sincere. “This place is yours, Rebecca. A sanctuary where you’ll always be safe.”
I looked back at the stunning glass and steel structure, watching how the afternoon sun reflected off its surfaces, how the waves crashed against the shore just yards away. It was breathtaking. And it was ours.
“Can we go inside?” I asked, my voice small but excited.
Dominic smiled, that rare, genuine smile that transformed his usually serious face and made my heart flutter. “Of course. It’s your home.”
I clutched the keys tightly as we approached the front door, a modern masterpiece of carved wood and frosted glass.
With a deep breath, I inserted the key and turned it, hearing the satisfying click of the lock. The door swung open to reveal an open- concept living area with floor–to–ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the ocean. The interior was decorated in soothing neutrals with touches of blue and green that echoed the sea and sky outside.
“Dominic…” I breathed, unable to find the words.
“Do you like it?” There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice that I rarely heard.
In response, I turned and threw my arms around his neck, mindful of Lucas in his carrier. “I love it,” I whispered against his neck. “It’s perfect.”
The next two weeks were like something from a dream. Dominic had arranged for us to have this time alone as a family, just the three of us–Dominic, me, and Lucas. It was a chance to bond, to heal, to breathe before returning to the responsibilities awaiting us.
One morning, I woke to the smell of something burning. Alarmed, I rushed to the kitchen to find Dominic, the powerful Alpha and CEO, staring helplessly at a pot of what I assumed was supposed to be pasta but now resembled wallpaper paste.
“I thought I’d make breakfast,‘ he said, looking so utterly defeated that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Clearly, your CEO skills don’t translate to the kitchen,” I teased, pulling out my phone to snap a picture of him with his ruined creation.
Dominic raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“Documenting this historic moment,” I grinned. “I’m definitely posting this online. The members of Silver Moon Shadow Pack would never believe the great Dominic Sterling can’t boil pasta.”
He lunged for my phone, but I danced away, laughing. “Too late! It’s already on my profile.”
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Within minutes, Sofia had commented: Look at that! The mighty Alpha and Sterling Group CEO does have moments of complete helplessness after all!]
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Dominic read the comment over my shoulder and groaned, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. These moments of normalcy, of simple domestic life, seemed to relax him in a way I’d never seen before.
Another night, I pretended to be asleep when Lucas started crying around 3 AM. Through barely–open eyes, I watched as Dominic quietly got up and went to the nursery. Curious, I slipped out of bed and followed him, stopping at the doorway to watch.
Dominic had picked up Lucas and was cradling him against his broad chest, his powerful frame somehow gentle and protective as he swayed back and forth. To my amazement, he began to hum softly, a melody I didn’t recognize but which sounded ancient and soothing.
I quickly grabbed my phone and recorded a few seconds of this tender moment, my heart swelling with love. This was the real Alpha strength–not the business deals or the commanding presence, but this capacity for gentle protection, for nurturing life.
As Lucas’s cries subsided and he drifted back to sleep, Dominic turned slightly, and I knew he had sensed my presence. Our eyes met in the dim light of the nursery.
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