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65 - Warm Mornings
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2025-06-07 08:03:29The house was quiet on Saturday morning, the stillness only disturbed by the faint chirping of birds outside and the soothing, familiar rustle of Sebastian moving around in the kitchen.
The sun filtered through the lace curtains, casting golden patterns across the worn hardwood floor. The whole house felt like it was holding its breath, soft and slow and safe, a soft cocoon wrapping around the family. Ezra stumbled out of his bedroom, barefoot, shirt hanging loose over his sweatpants. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, his movements sluggish. He’d spent half the night tossing and turning, thoughts churning restlessly, sleep never quite settling. His mind had been a mess lately—too full, too loud but mornings like this, ones that smelled like fresh coffee and soft forgiveness, helped. He made his way to the kitchen, squinting against the morning light that poured through the windows.<
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The lemonade pitcher sweat in the center of the table, ignored. No one spoke.Sebastian had laid out napkins, warm plates, and quiche like this was any ordinary lunch. It wasn’t. Ezra sat stiff at one end of the table like a bouncer at a velvet rope. Mia was frowning, her knee jittering under the table. Her scent—bright citrus gone sharp was heavy in the air.“I didn’t mean to upset anyone,” Jacob said finally, voice quiet. “I just wanted to meet Mia’s family.”Mia stood up too fast. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor.“They’re not usually like this,” she said. She was shaking.“I just—I wanted one nice afternoon. I didn’t think it would be this bad.”Sebastian was on his feet instantly, hand gentle at the small of her back. “Sweetheart, breathe. You’re overheating.”“I’m fine,” she bit out. “I’m fine, Daddy. I just wanted him to see that I have a normal family. That you’re not all—fighting an
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Mia was on the couch, perched and stiff, hands clenched in her lap.She was flushed to the roots of her curls. Her scent was spiraling wild—bright citrus laced with sugar-snap panic. Sweet and impossible to ignore."Stay here,” Ezra growled, all righteous Alpha menace as he stalked toward the front door, shirt clinging crooked to his damp skin, hair wild from where Sebastian had clearly just dragged fingers through it.Sebastian stood helplessly in the kitchen, one hand clutching the side of the table as he tried to breathe around the rush of instincts.“Ez,” Sebastian called, already regretting his life. “Don’t eat him.”Ezra didn’t answer. The front door flung open like the wind owed him money.And there stood Jacob.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Nervous in a hoodie with the sleeves pulled over his hands like a baby wolf trying to look nonthreatening. He held a bundle of daisies and a wax paper bag that probably contained co
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Sebastian’s palms splayed against the cool bedroom wall, fingers flexing as he braced himself, breath coming in short, broken gasps that fogged faintly across the eggshell paint. The room was warm with the heavy scent of slick and Alpha musk, but the wall was cold—shocking against his flushed skin, a grounding contrast to the molten ache blooming low in his belly. His sweatshirt had been torn halfway off, dangling from one sleeve, the rest of his clothes in shambles across the floor—his boxers barely clinging to one trembling thigh, the elastic stretched and hanging limp. Sweat beaded along his spine, trickling in slow lines down the small of his back as Ezra drove into him, hips snapping forward with unforgiving rhythm. Ezra had him pinned—one hand clamped around Sebastian’s hip, fingers digging in so tight there’d be bruises, dark proof of how completely he owned this moment. His other hand, larger and r
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The morning light spilled softly through the curtains as Sebastian zipped the small canvas bag shut. His movements were precise, quiet-almost ritualistic. The twins were already dressed and fidgeting near the door, the hem of Camden's shirt askew, Caleb's shoelaces still untied. "Okay," Sebastian called gently. "Put on your shoes, please." He touched the bandage at his temple, wincing as his fingers brushed too close. The hospital had said he'd need it re-dressed every few days. Ideally, someone else would've watched the boys-but Ezra was still on shift, and Mia was out celebrating her stellar exam results. Camden bounced on the balls of his feet. "Are you gonna be okay, Daddy?" Sebastian smiled through the dull ache in his skull. He reached out and smoothed Camden's sweat-damp curls. "I'll be fine, Cam. You boys just be good, alright?" Caleb nodded solemnly. "We'll help you. We'll be careful.
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