Page 106 of Rejected By My Untamed Alpha Commander

“My parents spend most of their time elsewhere now,” Seth says, coming to stand behind me. His arms wrap around my waist, chin resting on the top of my head. “They’re in Europe currently. Or maybe South America. They move around a lot.”

“They like to travel?”

“They wanted to see the world together. After raising five children and running the estate for decades”—he pauses—“they decided it was their turn. Marina manages everything here now.”

I lean into him, feeling his steady heartbeat against my back.

“Selene.” His voice drops, becoming uncertain in a way that makes my wolf perk up. “Would you—would you want to live here? At the estate?”

I turn in his arms to face him. “Here?”

“We’d have our own suite. Privacy. But you’d be close to my sisters, the gardens. There’s more space here than in my quarters at the palace.” He’s talking faster now, like he’s afraid I’ll say no. “We could have our own wing, really. Or we could build a new house on the property if you want—”

“Seth.” I place my hand on his chest. His heart is racing now. “What do you want?”

He stops,blinks. “What?”

“Where do you want to live?”

“I want…” He trails off, studying my face. “I want you to be happy. To have a home that feels like yours.”

“My home is where you are.” The words come easily because they’re true. “It doesn’t matter if it’s at the palace, or here, or somewhere else entirely. As long as I’m with you, I’m home.”

His expression breaks with relief, love, and wonder all mixed together. His hands come up to frame my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.

“You mean that.”

“Always.” I smile up at him. “So? Tell me, Seth. Where do you want us to live?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, his gaze drifting out the window, taking in the grounds spread out below us. When he speaks, his voice is soft but certain.

“Here. I want us to live here.” He looks back at me now. “I grew up in this house. These gardens, this treehouse—they’re full of good memories. My family is here. And I…” He pauses, sounding vulnerable again. “I want to make new memories here. With you. Fill the house with our life together. And maybe someday…”

He doesn’t finish, but I hear what he’s not saying. Maybe someday there will be children running through these gardens. Maybe someday we’ll build them their own treehouse.

“Then, this is where we’ll live,” I say simply.

Seth’s kiss is soft and deep, one of his hands tangling in my hair while the other presses the small of my back. When we finally break apart, he’s smiling—that rare, unguarded smile that transforms his face.

“Marina is going to be insufferable about this,” he mutters. “She’ll take full credit for getting us to move in.”

“Probably,” I agree. “But you love her anyway.”

“I do.” He kisses my forehead. “Come on. Let’s go tell everyone before she sends out a search party.”

We climb down from the treehouse, and Seth keeps my handfirmly in his as we walk back through the gardens. The mansion looms ahead, warm light spilling from the windows.

Home, I think. Our home.

And my wolf, usually so quiet and content, sends a wave of pure happiness through me.

Yes. This is exactly where we’re meant to be.

THE END