My life

Dream house

GENEVIEVE'S POV

The moment we step outside the hospital, the world feels different. 

The air is warmer, cleaner. It smells like salt and sunlight and something alive. I pause without meaning to, my feet slowing as my eyes lift toward the horizon. The ocean is right there—close enough that I can hear it. Waves rolling in and pulling back, steady and patient. People are laughing, swimming, walking barefoot like the ground isn't something to be afraid of. 

It's beautiful. 

And that scares me. 

Beautiful things never lasted in my life. They were always taken, ruined, or turned into something painful. I keep walking anyway, my steps careful, like the ground might disappear if I trust it too much. 

He was telling the truth it really is a short walk. I don't know why that matters to me, but it does. It makes things feel more real, less like I'm being moved somewhere far away without my say. 

When we stop in front of the house, my breath catches. 

It's big. Two stories. White. Clean. Solid. It looks like the kind of place people choose to live in, not somewhere they're forced into. I stand there for a second, staring, wondering if this is another thing I'm misunderstanding. 

Inside, everything is quiet. Not the tense kind of quiet that makes your shoulders tighten—but the calm kind. The kind that feels intentional. He starts walking up the stairs and tells me to follow him. 

Our room. 

The words echo in my head, loud and confusing. 

Our. 

Am I supposed to share a room with him? Is that what this is? Is that what being Luna means? Do I get a choice? Am I allowed to say no? The questions pile up so fast my chest feels tight. I want to ask. I really do. But the fear of sounding ungrateful, of doing something wrong, keeps my mouth shut. 

I follow him upstairs, counting my steps like it might calm me down. There are four bedrooms and then a large room at the end of the hallway. We stop at the second door. He opens it and gestures for me to go inside. 

I freeze. 

It's huge. 

The biggest bedroom I've ever seen in my life. There's a bathroom attached. A closet bigger than the room I used to sleep in. And the bed it's massive. Soft-looking. Inviting. Almost unreal. 

Something breaks loose inside me before I can stop it. 

I run. 

I jump onto the bed and sprawl out on my back, laughing, real laughter, bubbling up out of nowhere. It surprises me so much I almost choke on it. For just a second, I forget where I am. I forget who I'm with. I just feel... free. 

Then reality crashes back in. 

I sit up quickly, heat rushing to my face, and scramble off the bed like I've done something wrong. I expect him to be upset. To tell me not to touch things. To remind me of rules I don't know yet. 

But he doesn't. 

He tells me it's okay. That I should be comfortable. 

I nod, but comfort doesn't come that easily. I don't know him. Not really. I know his name. I know he's an alpha. I know he saved me. But I don't know what he'll be like tomorrow. Or the next day. Or when I disappoint him. 

And yet... 

I don't want to be away from him. 

The thought hits me softly but firmly. When he's near, my body relaxes in ways I don't understand. My instincts something deeper than logic,keep whispering that he's safe. That he won't hurt me. I'm terrified those instincts are wrong, but I can't ignore them. 

I tell him I'm tired. That I want to lie down. He agrees without hesitation, no pressure, no questions. He goes into the bathroom while I climb onto the bed again this time more carefully. 

Sleep doesn't come right away. My thoughts won't slow down. My body is too used to staying alert, listening for danger. 

When he comes back and gets into the bed, fear spikes sharply in my chest. My muscles tense, my breath catching as I wait for something—anything to happen. 

But it doesn't. 

He just lies down beside me and gently wraps his arms around me. No force. No expectation. Just warmth. Steady. Solid. 

My body responds before my mind can argue. 

The tension drains out of me like I've been holding it for years. I turn slightly toward him without even realizing it, my forehead resting against his chest. His heartbeat is slow and calm beneath my ear. 

And just like that

I fall asleep.