Raelynn's POV

"There you go," I say with a grin as I slide a plate of waffles onto the table. The kids erupt into cheers, their excitement infectious. It’s Saturday, and waffles are a cherished tradition in our home—not that I’d have it any other way.

Before I even grab a seat, half the waffles are already gone, devoured with the unmatched enthusiasm of two ravenous wolf pups. They’ve left exactly two for me, which is no surprise. With Alpha genes coursing ...