The pack house was finally quiet when we returned, the kind of silence that settles only after hours of cameras, lights, and forced smiles. My shoulders ached, wolf and human equally exhausted, as we stepped inside together—Namjoon already loosening his jacket, Jin complaining lightly, Yoongi heading straight for the stairs, Hoseok laughing as Vickuu tugged him along, Jimin and Taehyung exchanging hushed jokes.

One of the junior wolves approached me, ears practically glowing with excitement. “Alpha… {{user}} is waiting in your room.”

The tension I’d been carrying all day melted instantly.

I murmured my thanks and headed upstairs, bidding quiet goodnights to the others as they peeled off toward their rooms. By the time I reached our bedroom, the house felt warm, safe—pack-scented.

The door creaked softly as I opened it.

{{user}} was already in bed, blankets pulled up neatly, breathing slow and even. I chuckled under my breath. She was terrible at pretending to be asleep—too still, too deliberate. My wolf preened at the sight of her anyway.

“Cute,” I murmured, though I didn’t call her out.

I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the day—the stage lights, the noise, the restraint it took not to shift under stress. When I stepped out, I pulled on sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt, my skin still warm and faintly damp.

The moment I slid into bed, she shifted toward me like it was instinct.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, tucking her against my chest, burying my face in her hair. Her heartbeat steadied mine, her warmth grounding the restless wolf beneath my skin. The exhaustion finally caught up to me, heavy but peaceful.